The reduction in anti-depressant dosage has begun. I'm so scared. Each time this has happened, I experience the worst lows ever. I can't get up, get washed or care about the things I usually do. I'm exhausted, upset and annoyed.
After this though, I feel great. I level out and feel joy again. I enjoy things, I get up earlier, I feel more together. The anticipation for this should push aside any negativity or fear I feel but I can't help being so scared. To become me again I must be dragged kicking and screaming through yet another depressive low to be rewarded with clarity.
I've made it this far, and still am scared.
I know to expect dark days ahead; but I know there will be light immediately after. That's what keeps me going.
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