I am too panicky on the drugs. It makes me physically ill. I think I have no comfortable place to rest. Everything reminds me of anti-home. I just want my own room. No interruptions. Just relaxing.
Help? I think they are making me slightly more effective. It’s that worrying literally hurts me head now.
I’m coming on and off of hating this drug. It’s making me feel like my brain is in a harness and I don’t want to be there.
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