I feel so real
I haven’t taken an antidepressant in over two weeks. It might even be three weeks now. I don’t remember exactly when I stopped.
I’m experiencing some dizziness, vivid dreams, night sweats, all the lovely things that go along with SSRI withdrawal. But those things are fading. What’s most striking now is that I’m feeling things more acutely– things I thought I was “over” as much as anyone can ever be over anything.
It’s good to be able to feel, but right now it’s uncomfortable. I’m melting, melting. Oh, my beautiful wickedness.