I feel like my depression has won this battle. And it’s not your usual, down in the dumps, I’ll get over it soon kind of depression. It’s the kind that has dragged me to the deepest part of the earth and it’s dark. It has become its own entity and follows me wherever I go saying all kinds of fucked up shit to me.
I named it Dickhead.
Continue reading “Dickhead”I went up to .50mg a month ago. A week later, there was a difference in my moods and my anxiety was at its worse. I already suffer from schizoaffective disorder and the paranoia and auditory hallucinations all came back. Then the suicidal thoughts came back as well.
This went on for 2 more weeks until I had my monthly check in with my doctor and I explained to her what was happening to me. She told me that they are starting studies on the effects of the medication with mental health. There’s a 38% chance of having depression and suicidal thoughts…which is already bad when you already have those to begin with. She recommended I go back to my .25mg dosage any maybe it could help.
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