Living with mental illness often feels like trying to find your way out of a haunted house at a carnival, only no one told you that the haunted house has no exit. Some days are just
(Of course, sometimes that's my own fault.)
My drug dealer took me off of Lexapro because I was experiencing pretty much all of the bad side effects. He put me on Zoloft instead. I think it's working. Sort of. Mostly it has gifted me with a Nothing Box of my very own, a thing which God has denied us women. The Nothing Box is my favourite thing ever. Now instead of my brain feeling like an internet browser with 65985874748 tabs open at the same time, I can settle into a comfortable state of zero brain activity.
Follow up appointment with the drug dealer in two weeks. I'm hoping he increases the dosage.