Wake Up

I have been sleeping a lot lately. About 11 to 12 hours per day. It feels like I am reverting back to the same condition I was in not too long ago, meaning that things are not looking good.

There is little progress however, I am starting to feel a little more human at times. What bothers me a lot though is the fact that my doctor is now overseas, so I am stuck on my own for now. I feel scared and alone. I don’t know how long it will take for me to start feeling normal again.

I keep having run ins with my mom about my condition, because she thinks that me feeling like this is purely an outside issue. The problem is, that medication is the reason why I am the way I am right now. I strongly believe that changes to the medication will start making me a functional human being again. It only makes sense to me that way, because these pills got me here in the first place and they have to get me out. I refuse to cope with whatever bullshit comes from this, and to accept that things are the way they are would be a total defeat for me. I refuse to suffer when there is a solution.

Til next time.

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