I am all curled up on the couch. I haven’t written in almost a week, which may be the longest I’ve gone without writing in this journal. I also haven’t taken any medication in about a week (well, except for ambien). And I am really paying for this (in)action.
My schedule’s all screwed up. I’ve stopped doing any schoolwork, because I can’t get myself to do any. I didn’t even make it to my class on Thursday because I spent the entire day not being able to get out of bed except to shove food in my mouth. I don’t feel emotionally depressed yet, but my emotions feel dead. I have really screwed up. And even when I do get back on my meds, I don’t know if I’m going to get back to to the state where I had finally found myself.
I did get to my appointment today with Dr. L, my therapist, and Dr. L said this is just a hiccup. After all, it’s not even been a week since I quit my meds and that it shouldn’t take too long to get back to the norm. I really hope she’s right.