Note: Nothing written below is any good. Which is a shame because this is my 1,000th post and I wanted to write something special but my brain is broken.
I don’t know how or why this is going to help me, but the psychiatrist wants to get me off Lithium altogether but slowly slowly so now I’m taking 500 instead of 600 mg and I’m confused but I suppose I’m going to listen to him because he has a nice accent and a framed certificate on the wall and it seemed like a good idea at the time.
I don’t remember what’s going on but I know that I’m sicker than usual and getting worse by the week, my brain isn’t working properly and I suppose that means that my medication isn’t working even though it’s the most effective combination of psych drugs I’ve tried over the past 10 years and there will never be a good time to start fucking about with my meds because even though they’re the only things keeping me alive I still want to die, so why not mess with them now, it’s as good a time as any.
I’m scared and tired. DBT with the psychologist was fucking horrible this afternoon, I feel like I’ve taken 13 steps backwards, by the end of it I couldn’t even speak or look at them, I just wanted to run away so that’s what I did because I didn’t feel safe there.
I am sick of hot and cold: I don’t want to be both and I don’t want to be either.
At this moment, on this day three months ago I was holding my dad’s cold dead hand. And trying to fix his hair and smooth his blanket out. All for the last time. As my brother put it, “A quarter of a year without him.” That truth made me vomit into the kitchen sink. His death feels recent but at the same time it feels like I haven’t spoken to him for 3 years.
I still think he might come back.