The residual effects of the meds are wearing off rapidly because of this morning's violent reaction to the previous nights alcohol. This basically means one big downer again. I'm tired, scared and the anxiety isn't so much as creeping up as making a full frontal assault with everything in it's arsenal.
No Flupentixol or Diazepam in my system to combat the effects of the illness means I'm in a right state. It's shitty.
Great way to spend a Saturday night, in the grips of depression again. If it wasn't so late, I'd be back down my mums right now, I could do with the company, just to know I'm not alone or unloved... and I know my kids love me, but it's not the same when depression hits, is it?
My head really does hurt right now, wonder what that's all about.
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Condition Empty
Currently playing Nothing inspires right now, sorry
Let's see if Morpheus can ease my pains. 'nite
*UPDATE* After last night's drink, I now can't stomach the smell of whisky, makes me want to heave. Hell of oa way to give up drinking. Oh, and I've put on weight. Bollocks. Fucksocks and arse
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