I'm detoxing from antidepressants right now. It's pretty rough.
I've cried uncontrollably, had diarrhea and panic attacks, missed work, lost sleep, self medicated, and skipped meals. I think I'm coming out of it, and I'm more ready than ever to love people through their hard times rather than see them chewed up by the psychiatric system.
I'm not even all the way out yet. I can expect to go through this a few more times, at least. But when I'm done, let me not forget.
Haiku for May 24, 2013
Fuck the pharmacy
I'd rather feel my feelings
Than swallow poison
An autobiographical short poem a day (except when I don't).
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