thizzin' since 98
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- Feb 22, 2011
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Hey friends, I know its been a few months, if anyone was still curious I have a small update.
Its been just about a year and 5 months since my indecent last January. I can say things have gotten better, but I am still far from satisfied. I am starting to accept the fact that I messed up and changed my brain chemistry and perception. I'm trying to fight it, but I know I have to let go sooner or later. I often have dreams about watching my own funeral with friends and family begging that I had never dabbled in the dark side and remembering who I was before the drugs. It's a sad thought. I don't want to lose my life to this battle.
I am currently taking Prozac everyday and Xanax when I need it. Its been keeping the crying spells away and the aggression neutral, but I still suffer from anxiety and depersonalization. My palms are always sweaty, my breathing is always shallow, and I am very, very, very jumpy and startled by the littlest things. Life constantly feels fake still which really gets me down, its unbelievably frustrating. I just want to be a normal fucking 19 year old for one day.
Another thing that I have been suffering from is short term memory loss, and a constant state of my brain feeling almost zoned out or lazy. I'm not sure how to describe it yet, and its not a side effect of the Prozac because I've had it for months before taking prescription drugs. I still have motor skills, can carry a conversation, but my brain doesn't feel witty and fired up like before. It either feels blank or going 110% because of anxiety.
Me and my father are undergoing major trials and tribulations right now, as he is just about 65, suffering from a notebook of health problems, and we are both in a terrible money situation. When I say no money, I mean, $20. He asks me everyday, what can I do? Should I call this person? Come up with ideas for this and that, and it's like my brain can't process stressful situations. All I can say is "I don't know dad, umm, I don't know, I am sorry, my brain just isn't working today."
I fucking hate it, I feel like trash.
The last thing I am still struggling with is the random thoughts I have, where I almost forget who people are in a sense. Some times I look at my dad while he is talking to me and I zone out a little bit, and say, this is my dad? what is family? why am I breathing air? what is speaking? lips move and airs comes out?
You get the point, just weird thoughts that go on and on and scare me, like I just lost connection with real life and emotions for a minute. I am constantly going in and out of this state. The strangest thoughts, where I question my own existence.
That's about all I can think of right now. Thank you for taking the time to read this wall of text.
I hope you all live wonderful, productive lives and don't do too much damage to your brain. Mental health is really something I took for granted any now I am paying for it. Remember to test all of your goodies! It will be worth the time and money. Another thing I didn't do.
I love you all for listening, again, thanks.
Its been just about a year and 5 months since my indecent last January. I can say things have gotten better, but I am still far from satisfied. I am starting to accept the fact that I messed up and changed my brain chemistry and perception. I'm trying to fight it, but I know I have to let go sooner or later. I often have dreams about watching my own funeral with friends and family begging that I had never dabbled in the dark side and remembering who I was before the drugs. It's a sad thought. I don't want to lose my life to this battle.
I am currently taking Prozac everyday and Xanax when I need it. Its been keeping the crying spells away and the aggression neutral, but I still suffer from anxiety and depersonalization. My palms are always sweaty, my breathing is always shallow, and I am very, very, very jumpy and startled by the littlest things. Life constantly feels fake still which really gets me down, its unbelievably frustrating. I just want to be a normal fucking 19 year old for one day.
Another thing that I have been suffering from is short term memory loss, and a constant state of my brain feeling almost zoned out or lazy. I'm not sure how to describe it yet, and its not a side effect of the Prozac because I've had it for months before taking prescription drugs. I still have motor skills, can carry a conversation, but my brain doesn't feel witty and fired up like before. It either feels blank or going 110% because of anxiety.
Me and my father are undergoing major trials and tribulations right now, as he is just about 65, suffering from a notebook of health problems, and we are both in a terrible money situation. When I say no money, I mean, $20. He asks me everyday, what can I do? Should I call this person? Come up with ideas for this and that, and it's like my brain can't process stressful situations. All I can say is "I don't know dad, umm, I don't know, I am sorry, my brain just isn't working today."
I fucking hate it, I feel like trash.
The last thing I am still struggling with is the random thoughts I have, where I almost forget who people are in a sense. Some times I look at my dad while he is talking to me and I zone out a little bit, and say, this is my dad? what is family? why am I breathing air? what is speaking? lips move and airs comes out?
You get the point, just weird thoughts that go on and on and scare me, like I just lost connection with real life and emotions for a minute. I am constantly going in and out of this state. The strangest thoughts, where I question my own existence.
That's about all I can think of right now. Thank you for taking the time to read this wall of text.
I hope you all live wonderful, productive lives and don't do too much damage to your brain. Mental health is really something I took for granted any now I am paying for it. Remember to test all of your goodies! It will be worth the time and money. Another thing I didn't do.
I love you all for listening, again, thanks.
Sincerely,
Buddy
Buddy

