I can't believe I'm losing my mind. I feel the same as always -- perfectly, perfectly rational. They tell me I see things that aren't really there, hear things that aren't there, and they tell me the medication will help me stay sane, collected, connected to what's real.
But my head feels like it's been stuffed full of cotton -- everything's dulled and sluggish.
They won't take me off the meds until I get better. They tell me that's why I'm here -- to get better.
Until then, I can't think straight. Everything's disconnected in my head -- fuzzy signals come through at best, and none of my old ideas make sense anymore. Nothing makes sense at all, in fact.
And it doesn't feel like anything. It feels like nothing at all.
Thanks to Mai and the anon in my English class for concrit, and carino for praise. Headful of cotton still stolen from "A Miracle of Science". Echo Flux wobsite up and stumbling. Yay.