Unpredictable we are.
Originally posted on broken fingernails:
Tho’ low or high.
Like a song about a rollercoaster,
How the thought of you does things to me.
Has something been more…
In every way,
And forever more
That’s how I’ll stay.
Finally, after one of the worst and longest bouts of depression I’ve had in years, the good old standard MAOI, but in a different form, has started working again. It appears I had built up a tolerance to my “miracle drug” I started taking a few years ago when I had become SSRI-resistant. Taking into consideration the length of time I’d been away from SSRIs, my psych was hoping that a new class of drugs would work. But alas, some made me worse, some made me…
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