Posts by Michelle Smith8

Lucius, so what’s the official diagnosis on your end?

Some nights I can sleep for ages, but other times I’m basically reaching for the Xanax just to get some shut-eye

I’ve been on paroxetine for a bit now, and man, the dry mouth is no joke. It’s gotten to the point where I can barely even eat anything. Honestly, I feel my best once night rolls around and I can just crash and sleep through it.

I mean, things are technically "better" since the psychosis has cleared up, but honestly? I feel pretty terrible. My appetite is nonexistent and I’ve just been retreating into my own shell lately. Really hoping I can start feeling like a functioning human being again soon.

So, Donna Sullivan7, are you actually losing your mind here, or are you just genuinely curious about it?

Ever since that whole mess went down, I haven’t touched a drop. To be honest, that was my first actual fight, and let me tell you—I definitely got the short end of the stick. It got so bad that I started seeing things on my TV during some hallucinations at home. I’m on Lipitor and Prozac now, which seems to have cleared up the hallucinations, but man, I just feel nauseous and weak all the time. Honestly, I've been feeling pretty low lately.

Before everything went down, I’d had enough to drink that I couldn't even remember the actual incident. All I know is that I woke up in a holding cell with handcuffs on my wrists, convinced that the cops were some kind of demons out to get me. Honestly, I really should have gone with a more pleasant nickname like 😂

Figured I’d jump in here too. A few months back, I went through a full-blown psychotic episode. Honestly, I genuinely believed I had been chosen for some grand, cosmic purpose. I was walking around convinced my friends and I were basically gods, and I started categorizing everyone I met into color-coded groups—yellows, blues, reds, you name it. Even the radio felt personal; I was certain every broadcast was actually a coded message meant just for me. While I was glued to the TV one night, I even managed to land myself a "code name": Milo. It all came to a head when I ended up in a physical altercation with the police and EMTs, so now I’m just sitting around waiting for my court date. At my girlfriend's insistence, I finally saw a psychiatrist, and thanks to some Ziprasidone, I’m slowly starting to find my footing again. My doctor says he isn't quite sure what's going on with me yet, so he wants to wait at least six or seven months before pinning down a formal diagnosis.