As the vomiting wracks my body and I lose a delicious sandwich and a day’s worth of meds, I decide to look up the symptoms of Sroquel withdrawal. And okay, I have a cold, but the rest? All withdrawal. The psychotic symptoms hedged by the presence of the Latuda, but I couldn’t eat to take it yesterday, and I puked it up today. So . . . yeah.
Can I take a second to just say for the record that I fucking hate this? That the increase in creativity and ability to live outside of reality may not be worth the medication and feeding of me? I’m so tired.
