I should blog. I have had a few medication changes and my mood is varying more.
Right now? I give zero fucks. It is all the same, whine, whine, poor sad little me.
God. I wish I was little, I have gained so much more weight because of Seroquel, yet I am back on it. Having tappered off of it over the last few weeks my mood plummeted. I was getting off work and going right home, sometimes go drink, always heading right for the couch.
Sigh. I want to be present, in the moment, alive.
Is it suicide if your already dead inside?