I think in my "recovery" process, the thing I am having the hardest time coming to grips with is not breaking up with David (hardly miss him) or moving back in with my mother temporarily (things have settled down considerably) or having to leave school because of failing grades (I'll be able to apply for readmission when I get up to speed), or the ( Read more... )

If I have to deal with another Xanax coma, if I have to put up with another moody rampage, if I feel crowded out of this house again or find my toothbrush in a weird place or the rearview mirror of the car missing, if I have to wake up one more time to Dave Matthews blaring at top volume at 7:30 in the morning, or clean up one more mess that I didn ( Read more... )

Just learned, to my amusement, that "May the government be aware of you" is a Chinese curse.

Armed to the hilt with vitamins, minerals, and supplements ( Read more... )

*Tension* *tension* *tension*

I can't take this much longer, I don't know if I can stay here. I thought I'd be relaxing, not keeping a chair in my room to brace the door.

Sorry, I know I'm being cryptic. I'm just really stressed out and felt like ranting somewhere somehow, but I don't want to give out too many details.

A friend of mine was having something like a psychotic episode and a 911 call was made in the hopes that some kind of medical assistance would show up. Instead, the police came, thought he was "high as a kite", they used force to take him down, and he was arrested. Once they got him in the cruiser they took him to the hospital to screen him for ( Read more... )

I went to the doctor today and he prescribed me Wellbutrin (bupropion). I was happy to learn that, unlike most anti-depressants, including all the SSRIs, it does not cause weight gain or sexual dysfunction. It's supposed to start working in 7-10 days. Here's hoping it works...

I'm going back to California tomorrow, and should be there at least until the end of the year, if not longer ( Read more... )

Is it crazy that I feel offended when my friend keeps telling me I have a screw loose (in many different phrasings), and doesn't mean it in a joking way, then when I try to bring up the fact that I'm upset about it and that I didn't like the way he treated me during my severe depressive episode, he acts like I'm beating a dead horse and then ( Read more... )

The doorbell rings. I get dressed to see who it is ( Read more... )