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So last month my fluoxetine prescription was accidentally written as two 20mg/day instead of two 40mg/day capsules, and it took two weeks before I noticed. Possibly related to that, or to winter, or to the suck state of everything, my "faulty software" is acting up: panic, intrusive thoughts, nightmares, extreme sense of hopelessness and despair, inability to focus, and difficulty initiating actions (like, I know I have to sweep, but I just can't seem to start).
Talk therapy would be extremely helpful right about now, but I'm broke, so I write instead.
I can't stop thinking that the future is going to suck even worse than now--it doesn't help matters that I'm objectively correct--and my life is pretty much over, and I have screwed everything up for myself and everyone I touch.
And I can't stop fucking thinking of the times in my life when things were more stable, and wishing I could have them back but knowing nothing like that will come again.
And I can't stop thinking also of the worst times and knowing that nothing is stopping the same situations from happening again.
Tucker
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