Kiss My Knits!

…going off antidepressants cold turkey is probably not the smartest thing I’ve ever done. I know I’m think I’m super-strong, “I am woman, hear me roar” and all that, but brain chemistry freakiness is weird and unsettling.

Yesterday I was going out the door and realized my hair was wet and clean. And yet, I had absolutely no memory of having washed it. Also, even though I’m taking extra naps to compensate for the exhaustion side-effect that I had when I first went ON the drugs that has come back (temporarily, let’s hope) I still feel disoriented and strange, like my eyes constantly want to roll up in my head and I should fall over. Today I was driving in my car, crying over a song on the radio. Yeah, we all do that sometimes, but the song was “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.” I am not making that up.

I was on it for three years. I’ve been off it a week and a half. This shit is already getting old.

I’ve just this moment searched for info on going off Lexapro cold turkey, and apparently, yeah, it was a stupid idea. I reckon I’ll call the doctor.

Stupid brain, always holdin’ me back.