I have a secret

This is the kind of thing I never admit. Not hardhearted, icy, witchy I.
Now, unmedicated, working so hard late into the night and into the madrugada, when I feel desparate, tired, worn-out and broken down at not even thirty, late in the dark, sometimes when I close my eyes but am too tired to sleep, [...]

Holding on, waiting for the thunder

So far, med free. The shrink called and is back from vacation, but I’m debating whether to go back or not. I really only need to if I decide to try meds again. So far, I don’t feel so great, and STILL having some withdrawal issues, but it is a little bit nice to remember [...]

How I Cured My Personality Disorder Without Even Trying

…Quit going to a psychiatrist! And voila: Borderline-be-gone!
(Yuk yuk)
Seriously, since he took a vacation and I went off that fucking Cymbalta, I’ve been feeling really good. Not manic too good, but just okay. I’ve evened out. I still wake up sometimes at 3 AM, but I don’t wake up sobbing and wanting to just die. [...]

Off All Meds, Cymbalta Withdrawal, and Waiting for Disaster

The shrink took a vacation (oh, August, the shrink vacation month…could anything be more irritatingly stereotypical?), thus leaving me with the worst physical withdrawal I could imagine. Seriously, could heroin be worse than this? The lesson out of all of this: never, ever quit Cymbalta! For the past few days, I have been having complete [...]