Pharmaceutical

Lexapro, Wellbutrin, Effexor, Remeron, Prozac, and now Cymbalta. Six different psychotropic drugs that I've tried in the past 16 months. The more drugs I try, the less hope I have that anything will work.

I don't anticipate that the Cymbalta will do me any good.


I'm tired and I'm hopeless. I'm broken in ways that medicine can't fix, and there's nothing that I can do to help myself.


I don't know why I even bother fighting anymore. This is a losing battle in a war that I can't win. With no supports, there's no reason to not quit. It isn't like I can't be replaced. 

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