As I’ve written before, I hate the waiting game that accompanies changing psychiatric medication. It increases my anxiety. I feel like I am watching the shot clock count down, worried that I won’t find line of sight to the net before it gets to zero. I want to jump out of my skin and shrink from the world, simultaneously. It’s a strange sensation. I’m full of nervous energy and I can’t concentrate. Some days are just bad and all I can do is wait them out.
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