Sleep! Give me sleep!

[lexin]

I am exhausted. My psychiatrist increased my anti-psychotic and I feel as if I've been stuffed with cotton wool – weak and floppy and squashable. I'm struggling to put one foot in front of the other.

A friend from the union came round and borrowed a frock I made for a convention. She's going to a Renaissance wedding and needed something to wear; I offered as I hardly wear those frocks. It was a bit stretched on her and she suggested that we both go on a diet. I don't feel much like dieting – I've got enough to think about without adding that.

I was too weak to say so, and now I'm feeling guilty about every mouthful, while still eating as much as I usually do. So that's got me precisely nowhere. Suggestions that I 'just eat less' will be treated with the contempt they deserve – if it were that easy, I'd have done it already. Besides, I know nobody IRL who's dieted and kept the weight off. There may be such people, but I'm not one of them and I've never actually met one of them.

I want to go to sleep!

Comments

[lexin.livejournal.com]

I can only hope that the mood stabiliser is better. Because the next stage (if my liver's up to it, and there's no reason it shouldn't be) is to come off the SNRI and onto a mood stabiliser.

I'm so looking forward to that. /sarcasm

[imaginarycircus.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that sounds like great fun. :/ Coming off lexpro was so horrible for me. Going off zoloft wasn't nearly so hard. And I don't think cymbalta will give that much trouble if I ever go off of it. At least it seems to be working and keeping me from feeling really depressed and anxious.