I missed my meds for one day, and it felt as if I had quit smoking (cold turkey) for a week. Or, at the very least, what I feel like when attempting to quit smoking, which is interminable agony and ickiness.
My mood is still readjusting to not being morose or pissed off. Now I that I'm aware of how it felt to be me in years past, I don't want to be that person every again.
2015 16 April :: 3.13am
:: Music: Sarcofago - The Black Vomit
My wife and I performed an experiment: I began to take her antidepressants.
I feel nothing but "A-OK," or ambivalence. The rotten negativity has vanished, more or less, but so has my sex drive. Not to mention the shift occurring in my brains feeling like a muddled, undulating transition of totally separate and distinct personalities.
Other than that, I'm fine and dandy.
I'm bringing the experiment to an end, because I'd rather be miserable with a hard-on than a mild-mannered gelding.