Oh anxiety, you trickster, you joker, you fiddler with minds.
Anxiety is all over me at the moment.
There are probable reasons for this; I’m on a therapeutic dose of aripiprazole, which is well known for causing agitation and anxiety, and I think the remaining quetiapine has been masking the anxiety. Now it’s getting to a really low dose (150mg, supposed to drop to 100mg tomorrow) it’s not doing that job any more. I think I’ll have to slow the Q withdrawal down, because I can’t take it.
I want to write this post, really I want to, but it’s pranking me again.
Every example I want to give as to how it’s affecting me makes me have to think about the experience, and then the thought arouses the same anxiety as the original event. So I am silenced.
Well played, anxiety, well played.
argh, anxiety, bleugh. Rubbish. Sorry to hear it.