Our stories aren't written by us, as much as we like to think they are.
Sorry to chime in with my vague philosophical babblings. I'm a bit out of context or I've just missed it, but I hope you're doing alright
@xammy.
Myself in spite of my better judgement and being so fucking tired sorting out all the shit I let hit the fan yesterday in a DCK stupor... I couldn't seem to just go to bed without giving the stuff another go, threat of Serotonin Syndrome be damned.
Obviously this is undeniable addict behaviour. I should have just gone to bed. I'm tired. But I wanted to see if I'd missed something the first time round, and presumably have enough time now to sober up by the morning.
The onset, I think, is slower than I remember... perhaps that's what got me in trouble before. I'm 50mg deep over the last half hour and feeling something... I'm also pre-benzoed having been taking etizolam all day on top of, yet again, flmodafinil and PPAP HCl in the day. Probably got a good amount of klonopin still in my system from yesterday's panic mode also... fuck, man, my psychiatric treatment plan is off the rails, I might just give up on this SSRI at my next consultation in a few weeks. No doubt any doctor would be absolutely horrified the things I'm stacking and I'm honestly pretty embarrassed even admitting it here even though I know this is a place where y'all won't judge.
Gonna be very careful with the DCK, I can tell the character of it is different from when I was not on an SSRI. It definitely is more serotonergic. But... it's fucking good shit. Being on all these benzos seems like a waste, in a way, although I do perceive it's possible that sertraline has raised my serotonin floor such that crashes from the regular K I did the other day, and the PPAP/Flmoda I've been doing periodically, are softened. I guess that's a good sign. Jesus, my poor brain, I do put it through some shit... it's looked after me too though I must say.