It’s been a little over two weeks since I re-started my medication. I’m in that window of
“holy crap, I can’t believe how much better I feel, I can’t believe I ever stop taking this!”
and the numb blahs that will eventually lead to:
“I feel too good to be medicating myself, medication is stupid and I don’t need this.”
Still. This is probably the first month in a year that I didn’t have violent pms.
I hate needing medication, but I hate being an emotional rollercoaster even more. It always amazes me that after just two weeks I’m sleeping through the night again and not biting my nails. Because everybody knows, if my nails are a mess, so is my head.
First tell tale sign of a spiral.
