I looked up at the ceiling in my bedroom. Cat paws.
Published by inaiz22
I spent my 20's over-medicated. Diagnosed with various forms of mental illness, I was given dozens of meds: from antidepressants, antipsychotics, antianxiety, sedatives, et cetera. I got side effects, disfunction, and endless tears. At age 29, upset with THEM for keeping me on a drug causing disturbing violent vivid nightmares, I quit everything. For once, I stopped thinking about dying and actually saw a life. These are my memories of "depression," bad relationships/friendships and the misery of a life under the influence of pharmaceuticals. Now I am figuring out what to do from here... View all posts by inaiz22