A friend of mine and a counselor and I talked today. He is wise. He knows me for a long time.
When he listened to me ramp up as I told my story he commented that he didn't feel it was helpful for me to continue to tell my story. As I told him the story culminating into the point where I am now--jobless, almost homebound and bruised physically and mentally he asked me this, "What percent of your thoughts are positive"
This experience has been SO traumatizing. It's been hard. If anyone has read my previous posts in June, July and August I was all 'positive". I thought I had turned a corner. I was fighting. Watching comedy. Listening to music. Going to the beach. But in October when I got slammed SO hard I haven't been able to regain my ground.
It's hard to be positive when akathisia is a symptom you battle.
This isn't just about feeling sick.
I know what that feels like. I can live with that.
But my friend was right.
I want to call up some wonderful memories... childhood memories, recent memories, really bask in the feel good chemicals of when you felt good good.
Can you join me?
Someone who found themselves accidentally dependent and suffered an iatrogenic injury from medications that were prescribed. Sharing experience, strength and hope with others. This is written as a person on this winding path and NOT as a professional. Please contact a licensed professional for any medical/psychological care or advice. This is NOT a substitute for medical or psychological care. What is written here reflects my own personal experience ONLY.