Watch me come undone
Dear friends, fellow man and fellow readers!
The proof is taken up: I'm still alive. Mostly peaceful and undisturbed in front of me. Uneventful, and unmotivated motivationsarm.
After my therapist and I have discussed in-patient treatment at a clinic, I have also asked about anti-depressants. And now I have some. Fluoxetine. For those who are familiar with it. Since receiving almost 2 weeks now and I'll probably increase the dose by arrangement. That must first be leveled to constant effect occurs. I can not. Every fucking day, the same one that makes your brain soft. And just for the kids has to run it differently. I'm waiting for the change, but nothing happens. Because I am not passing. In the truest sense of the word.
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