Seroquel is some shit man, it is so shit that you eventually forget why it's so shit, I swear you literally do not think of it. It's autopiloting to the max, you're easily irritated/angry, any affectionate emotions are gone and your thinking is so slow but you just don't realize, and so much more. You just do things, all while subconsciously craving dopamine boosts. Naturally, every time I see my psychiatrist I say "yeah I'm fine, Seroquel works", luckily I didn't consent with upping the dose, which was not needed at all, I've been objectively calm. Fuck I hate it, already have so many people to apologize to and I'm like a week in.
I don't even know why I'm taking this, I will never risk damaging my brain just to take this for like a year, and even if I'm exactly the same afterwards I don't see what there is to gain by the stint. This whole stay has been a trip, the meds made me completely lose perspective. On the other hand, not taking them carries its own little risks. I will continue cause I pretty much have to but it's been the most ugly experience of my life.
And tomorrow I'll have forgotten all that I've thought and all won't be that bad, cause that's how the Seroquel brain works... Like I said, a trip.. a fucking trip, just very drawn out and unpleasant.