I feel drugged up... my hands are tremoring, i feel flat... I don't feel me...
I hate my meds... but they are what's sustaining me from falling deeper into the deep abyss of depression... they are what's stabilising my fluctuating moods.... they are what's keeping me sane.... and they are kept being increased....
is it really alright? to be on so much meds? I don't even feel as if I really am sick....
is this denial? not feeling like my sickness is real? is there really a need to individualise, to personalise my illness? or is it so used to me by now that it's deeply ingrained in me as part of who i am instead of a separate identity termed mental illness?
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