I don't really feel tired either—just a slight drowsiness late at night. My sleep schedule is still completely off, and I can't fall asleep before midnight. My sense of hunger only started coming back recently, and even then it's very faint. I don't know when all of this will recover, but I'm really hoping to see some kind of progress, because this isn't living—it's just existing, or a poor imitation of life.
The survival instinct is a stubborn thing. I hope all of us can hold on until the end of this. We just need to be patient—suicidal thoughts are a known side effect of many antipsychotics. I truly hope that one day we'll all be genuinely happy again, and that this experience will be behind us
It put you in a horrible place. But please remember you have people on your side who care about you and want to help you. There are medicines and practices that can help you, and even if they don't we're still here for you.
Please don't. We need you to stay and help us get better. You're more important than you know. Please stay.
And live a miserable life? No thanks.
Can I offer you some free cookies, then?
Families that send there are demonic
I feel ya, I'm on 17 months & counting, two frickin' injections, I've lost everything, I'm me but not me anymore, totally destroyed, suffering horrifically, every second of every day, no joke, I can't take much more either & am also afraid of trying to kill myself & not succeeding. I don't truly want to be dead, my faith is completely gone too, but I can't live this miserable life much longer...
Never kill ourself and start to exposing it, brave ones are needed
Yeah, I used to be highly spiritual, not religious, but a Jesus guy, believing in the coming of a final battle between good & evil, yada-yada. I never would've considered suicide as an option.
Same never considered suicide as an option before this, they create biggest horror of our lifes and call it help, but i can use that energy and create biggest mainstream case and write a book how i healed cptsd etc... But i live with abusive parents due to my psyche still being in pieces therefore affecting my ability to work so it makes me live in fight or flight constantly which after all the hell i been through makes me suicidal extremaly, my parents are so demonic that still dare to use psychiatry past as a way to try to intimidate me, still controling and still infantilise me. Most of these psychiatrist do not recognize who is a victim and who is abuser
Yeah, psychiatry is surely a grotesque profession. I got misdiagnosed & mandated this monstrosity of a drug. I was holistically oriented, into health & wellness & fitness, totally opposed to these poisons. Even though I knew they were bad, I never could have imagined a medication & subsequent withdrawal could do this level of damage. And it appears to have permanently changed my brain. Maybe not, but I can't endure much more of this abject misery. I'm not remotely the same person. I can barely function. I used to be so competent & capable. I've lost almost everything.
I'm sorry to hear about your situation...
