Posted on Sunday 2 April 2006

I’m having one of those weekends where for all intents and purposes, I should be curled up in a ball crying. I can feel the sadness and the anxiety building in my chest - kind of a sinking pain if you will. I’m not crying though. I am not nervous. My mind cannot compute that I should be stressed, but my body knows. Is this what happens with medication?

I suppose it’s a relief that I’m not curled up crying, but I want to cry. At least it’s a release of some kind. Instead, I feel like my emotions are being blocked by this wall of little white pills so that they cannot travel from my heart to my brain.

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