it’s been a strange set of days:
restless sleep
panic attack
preoccupied with a new york stranger
enternal sunshine of the spotless mind

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i don’t know what the hell is going on in my head. the week wasn’t that bad, in fact, there were one or two highlights, which should have carried me through to this next week. somehow, though, starting yesterday night, my mood turned dark and i haven’t quite been able to shake it since.

usually, when i’m in a bad mood, there is a reason, there’s a catalyst that sets me off. this time, though, i can’t think of what that catalyst was. i’m just crabby and i can’t figure out why.

there are a couple of things that i’ve had on my mind, but it’s hard for me to say that any of those things have brought me down. nonetheless, i’m frustrated.

i don’t know what to say. the thoughts are tumbling around in my head…. i just wish the voices would be silent for a little while….

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headache. nausea. constipation or diarrhea. falling heart rate and blood pressure. fatigue, drowsiness and insomnia. irritability. difficulty concentrating. anxiety. depression. increased hunger and caloric intake. increased pleasantness of the taste of sweets. tobacco cravings.

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the road to mental health is a strange one. i guess that’s not a surprising thought, but at the same time, it’s a strange thing for me to think about.

i’ve been going to a shrink for seven months now. there are times i feel like a different person, a new person, well on my way to recovery. then there are other days when i don’t feel like any progress has been made at all. i guess that’s the nature of the process, but i can’t help but wonder what has changed in me to make me feel like different on those particular days.

my day to day life hasn’t changed: i still go everyday to a job i hate, i still tend to be a home body, and i still tend to stagnate in front of the television. my personal life is exactly the same, as well. there’s no girl in my life and i can’t help but resent those friends of mine who manage time and again to have one.

i also don’t really feel all that different about myself. i still wonder about those people who think i’m so great; i still can’t quite figure out what they see in me that i don’t see in myself. most days i question myself and my self-worth. i wonder what it is that keeps me down, what it is that keeps me from grabbing life by the horns. my thoughts are still plagued with fear and self-doubt.

still, something does seem to have changed. but what? friends and family comment on a marked change in me, but i struggle to see what they see. something is different, though. i feel closer to ‘wellness’ than i think i’ve ever felt. and i think that’s what’s changed. i can’t help but see light at the end of what has been a very long, dark tunnel. the appearance of that light, i think, might correspond to a glimpse of optimism in my outlook.

and with that glimpse of optimism comes an increasing sense of something else…. in recent weeks, my brain has been struggling to push to the front some idea, some though. i’ve been struggling to define this feeling and, until right now, have been unsuccessful. but here it is….

it’s anticipation. it’s the anticipation of being released from prison. it’s the anticipation of light being shed on a perpetually dar room. it’s the anticipation of years of darkness in my brain coming to an end.

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