That moment when you miss a loony pill and realize that the “writer’s block” you’ve been experiencing has been caused by the mood stabilizers.
And you’ve got a choice: Be a “stable human being” or write creatively.
Oh God why can’t it be a choice between which leg I want hacked off????
I called it part 1 because I’m sure there’ll be a part 2. I should’ve known they’d start causing problems sooner or later. I think I got 3 hours of sleep last night (overtly because I missed them, although I skipped to see if the insomnia (and insomnia agitation) from the night before was anything to do with them – it definitely was) but in the pre-sleep insomnia phase, I felt a lot more comfortable without the mood stabilizers than I did the night before when I took them. Thanks, Seroquel.
I also have this ridiculous link to share with you.
I think it’s the most badly written piece of journalism I’ve seen outside of the Daily Fail. If I cross it out, maybe I didn’t mean to say it? Anyway, clearly I’m a crazy person who doesn’t know what she’s saying because I’m on antipsychotics. Link here. It’s about how apparently, because people who are very ill are given Seroquel (and a bunch of other stuff), it’s clearly the Seroquel, and ONLY the Seroquel, causing them to be a) worse or b) dead. Yes, and cancer causes smoking (yeah you read that right – correlation doesn’t mean causality). You will note there are no details regarding a) dosage b) other factors or c) whether they were actually receiving any other care or input, or whether they were just given a script for pills and sent home.
Anyways, I need to go cash in on my missed pill induced hypomania like STAT because I’m fairly sure I’m not headed anywhere good and I need to get some writing done (while my imagination’s working again) before I crash worse than a bus full of nuns on a mountain pass. I can feel my eyeballs aching already.