"...if you've been on drugs for two or more years and you still have depressive fits, there is one of two possibilities:
1) Your brain chemistry is eternally fucked, and you are at the absolute mercy of your synapses and the corrosion they pump out.
2) You're fucking up your life in some subtle way, and the drugs have enabled you to continue that lifestyle, acting as a cushion to keep you artificially happy when everything in your life is screaming, This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong.
One of those answers leads into a spiral of helplessness. The other puts you in a place that you can fix.
The choice is up to you."
Read these words on a bloggers entry about getting off of Paxil. This is happening to me. I can't let it. I can't, but I am... I'm so scared. I can't go on being afraid of life. I feel like I'm messing up big time. The cushion is gone, the cracks are huge. All I want to do is escape.
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Hey, things are ok. I tell myself that. Nothing is wrong, it's just a little chem imbalance in my head.
Somehow that makes me feel better.
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*hugs you* I'm so sorry I don't have any words of wisdom, honey. I just wanted to let you know I'm thinking of you. Hang in there...you're gonna be okay.
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