I feel like I should be writing weird poetry now. Or a Nirvana song. I’m hardcore.
As it is, all I am is nauseous. So much for the art.

I feel like I should be writing weird poetry now. Or a Nirvana song. I’m hardcore.
As it is, all I am is nauseous. So much for the art.
The chain of bad luck, the family curse, began generations before I was born. Ours is a dynasty washed in suffering, inexplicable sadness, insanity, suicide, and unnamed misery. If one were to draw my family tree, it would be a hangman’s tree, the symbol of final verdicts, not amenable to appeal. In the shadow portrait [...]
The good post will come later, when I can sit down and translate. This is about the details of the medication possibilities offered me.
When I finally went to the shrink, the appointment was ok, but, as I suspected, he wants me to take lithium. Well, it wasn’t that simple, he gave me a shitload of [...]
I will post a longer update later. I actually wrote a fairly long piece about how this got me, but not in English. I will try to translate it some other time.
Leave me a comment or a mail if all the details of the shrink appointment are interesting. I wrote some of them in an [...]
The appointment is tomorrow. This waiting is driving me crazy. I am feeling both giddy and silly, never a good sign, and not sleeping. Physically, I feel horrific from not having enough of my good drugs in me.
And this morning, I woke up and needed to consult something I wrote a couple of years ago, [...]
I did it. It took me, depending how you look at it, either two weeks to do it, or a year. It has been a year since I have been really ok. I’ve been avoiding it, playing with it, messing with dosages and combinations alone, quitting when I get the side effects, starting again.
It was [...]