SpunkySkunk347
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Well, it could have been getting prescribed amphetamine... 60mg of Adderall XR a day.
Or maybe that wasn't entirely the culprit, perhaps it was the psychiatrist's insistence that I be on an anti-anxiety medication in addition to the adderall. 200mg of Sertraline a day ------ BUT WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE, Sertraline is an INHIBITOR of one of the main enzymes metabolizing amphetamine. WELL, that explains why the first 6 months out of the hospital with two fresh scripts (one adderall, one sertraline) were spent in psychosis. And yeah, I lost that "one girl who got away" during that time period - bet you can guess why: I was in a psychosis, I was paranoid -- and the psychosis got to the point where there wasn't even any rationality or logic behind the paranoia (I thought the lead singer from the band Tool had teamed up with my girlfriend to eat my soul; I also thought that AT&T and Google were frying my brain with brain-frying waves sent from cell phone towers.
Well, 2 years later, my brain was still recovering from that Mount Everest of a mistake in pharmacokinetics. And of course, going on weekly amphetamine binges wasn't helping my brain recover any faster.
But to give my brain some credit, I was asking a lot of it. I was reading Nietzsche, Schopenhauer, Descartes, Kant, Jung (the list goes on and on) -- and the pseudophilosophy was occupying all of my time. I thought I had some special insight into philosophical principles, and wrote over 200 pages of philosophical ramblings while never quite getting across the point I had intended - which was something like unifying the human race in love with irrefutable philosophical concepts proving the existence of love and its superiority to all other human behaviors.
Now that my brain had to repair itself from years of psychosis, I have about half the intelligence and intuitive problem solving skills that I used to -- or maybe I just like to think I was smarter when I was younger but really it was just testosterone?? I will never know, unless a doctor gives me the okay to play around with as many prescriptions I like to testosterone, opiates, stimulants, benzos. etc -- I will never truly figure out what the problem is in my brain on a psychiatric level.
Its a shame too - I had all the motivation and initiative to solve the rubix cube that is the human cognition; all I needed was a doctor who would prescribe me anything I ask for, and a girl who would love me unconditionally so she could serve as the anchor for my sanity.
But its all fucked now. I'm working minimum wage. My grandiose plans have fallen through. And all I needed was some cooperation.
What other culprits are there? Well, I sometimes think my obsession with the band Tool; its hard enough getting your soul eaten away by amphetamine and psychoses -- its even harder when it feels like Maynard James Keenan is there mocking me on my way down the spiral.
Luckily the very surrealistic psychoses never last for more than a few weeks to a month or two before I fuck up really bad, do something REALLY stupid, and have to give myself a reality check
But how can I keep telling myself that I'm some sort of prodigy when I've crashed and failed so hard so many times, and been broken back down to the weak, helpless child that I am on the inside? When you've had to start your ego over as many times as I have, you stop believing the lies you tell yourself.
Or maybe that wasn't entirely the culprit, perhaps it was the psychiatrist's insistence that I be on an anti-anxiety medication in addition to the adderall. 200mg of Sertraline a day ------ BUT WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE, Sertraline is an INHIBITOR of one of the main enzymes metabolizing amphetamine. WELL, that explains why the first 6 months out of the hospital with two fresh scripts (one adderall, one sertraline) were spent in psychosis. And yeah, I lost that "one girl who got away" during that time period - bet you can guess why: I was in a psychosis, I was paranoid -- and the psychosis got to the point where there wasn't even any rationality or logic behind the paranoia (I thought the lead singer from the band Tool had teamed up with my girlfriend to eat my soul; I also thought that AT&T and Google were frying my brain with brain-frying waves sent from cell phone towers.
Well, 2 years later, my brain was still recovering from that Mount Everest of a mistake in pharmacokinetics. And of course, going on weekly amphetamine binges wasn't helping my brain recover any faster.
But to give my brain some credit, I was asking a lot of it. I was reading Nietzsche, Schopenhauer, Descartes, Kant, Jung (the list goes on and on) -- and the pseudophilosophy was occupying all of my time. I thought I had some special insight into philosophical principles, and wrote over 200 pages of philosophical ramblings while never quite getting across the point I had intended - which was something like unifying the human race in love with irrefutable philosophical concepts proving the existence of love and its superiority to all other human behaviors.
Now that my brain had to repair itself from years of psychosis, I have about half the intelligence and intuitive problem solving skills that I used to -- or maybe I just like to think I was smarter when I was younger but really it was just testosterone?? I will never know, unless a doctor gives me the okay to play around with as many prescriptions I like to testosterone, opiates, stimulants, benzos. etc -- I will never truly figure out what the problem is in my brain on a psychiatric level.
Its a shame too - I had all the motivation and initiative to solve the rubix cube that is the human cognition; all I needed was a doctor who would prescribe me anything I ask for, and a girl who would love me unconditionally so she could serve as the anchor for my sanity.
But its all fucked now. I'm working minimum wage. My grandiose plans have fallen through. And all I needed was some cooperation.
What other culprits are there? Well, I sometimes think my obsession with the band Tool; its hard enough getting your soul eaten away by amphetamine and psychoses -- its even harder when it feels like Maynard James Keenan is there mocking me on my way down the spiral.
Luckily the very surrealistic psychoses never last for more than a few weeks to a month or two before I fuck up really bad, do something REALLY stupid, and have to give myself a reality check
But how can I keep telling myself that I'm some sort of prodigy when I've crashed and failed so hard so many times, and been broken back down to the weak, helpless child that I am on the inside? When you've had to start your ego over as many times as I have, you stop believing the lies you tell yourself.
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