I’ve been having flashbacks — not of the LSD variety, but just as vivid. Ordinary revisits of scenes from a life, nothing particularly significant. In fact, notable only in their total lack of note. The flashbacks don’t seem to have anything to do with what’s going on around me, what I’m thinking [...]
I imagine this is how other people feel all the time, but I know intellectually that this is not true. Too many speak of the pleasures of Zoloft, too many people are afflicted with anxiety, for this to be the case. But when I take clonazepam it’s like the world shifts and I [...]
Relatively soon, I’ll switch psychiatrists. This is some occasion for relief, because I’m going back to my original doctor, the one who diagnosed me and prescribed me all these grand milligrams. I had to leave him because of an insurance problem, but that looks like it’ll be cleared up by the beginning of [...]
Bipolar seems to have this way of robbing you, when you’re not manic, of decent conversational skills. One day you’re doing fine, talking to everyone you know, having a fucking ball, then the next you’re barely able to smile when you’re supposed to. The people around you get that particular rhythm in their [...]