I want to wake up with a desire to live. Seroquel XR gave me a few days of that before I had to cut my dose.
Each morning I wake wishing I hadn’t, wishing I didn’t have to face the constant state of mild panic I’ve come to know.
It chips at my soul, slowly but surely it is eating me alive. I fear going to bed, because I never know who I will be in the morning.
As Seroquel builds up over the day the panic might disapate.