Friday, June 18, 2004

north or south

Finally, like mother earth, recognised bipolar. so what, I suppose. Am I on the right medication I wonder? If I do as he suggests and stay on it, will it really prevent another relapse? I dare not really hope for it. This shadow has been over me so long now, for better and worse. It is a part of me, viscious and destructive, exciting and seductive. I am scared to be without it, of fading into insignificance and shallow emotion. But I won't live long if I let it have its way. I'll burn bright and quick and then be nothing but smoke on the breeze.

Venlafaxine. It does something for me, more than fluoxetine or escitolapram. Not complete relief, and like with anything that might be working, you never know whether it is working, or just coincidental to recovery, unless you stop and let yourself fall again. I suppose it's wait and see. It's a shame the side effects are not like prozac. While the vomiting was vile, it made me thinner. This just turns me frigid and sweaty.

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