MFP starts with my shrink quitting. I liked her, damnit. We actually went to high school together. But the mental health center I go to lost a program through which shrinks could get student loans paid/worked off quicker, and they lost a good chunk of their staff to anywhere else that program is still accredited. So, new shrink for me, right before Christmas (Medsapallooza). Yay.
WTF is it with people acting like needing meds is a deadly sin and they're going to save my damned soul? “Oh, you're doing so well on these meds, let's cut you back to the barest minimum you need to almost function!” Is this particular bit of Puritanical crap exclusive to the Midwest, or can I move out of it? Anyway, New Shrink is concerned about serotonin syndrome. My stuff is mostly serotonin (Wellbutrin, Zoloft, Buspar, Abilify, Lamictal) and too much of it is A Very Bad Thing. So she cut me back.
Now everything is too bright and too loud. My skin is buzzing. I'm too jittery to drink more than one cup of coffee and I can't stop eating carbohydrates. Sleep anchors itself to my ankles and drags behind me all day, setting itself free at night to chase my cats up and down the stairs. My motivation is gone. I can't...quite...think. I watch YouTube instead of reading. I eat cereal instead of fixing supper. I don't brush my teeth, wash my face, or get dressed if I'm not leaving my house; why bother? I won't be seeing anyone.
I need about an hour of sleep before I host this, so I'm stopping here. WFP does everyone else have tonight?
