Because I honestly don’t see the problem with adding to my medication. Five milligrams more of an antidepressant won’t kill me. I’m only on fifteen right now, what’s the harm in twenty? I just. I don’t know. I feel the way I used to all the time, and I can’t figure out if I’m just genuinely unhappy or if the meds aren’t working anymore.
I don’t know. I don’t know.
The worst part with these pills is the dreams they give me. I hate these dreams. If I don’t wake up screaming, I wake up and spend the rest of the day wishing they were real.
I don’t know.
