TEN DAYS AGO I stopped taking anti depressants. And man do I feel go….er yuk.
I didn’t go to the farmers doctor. I didn’t want to go to my surgery who prioritises pounds shillings and platinum over little children with high temperatures.
So its gone Easter, Daddy Xmas is sleeping. Mummy Xmas is now a cougar (shhhh don’t tell mr clause) The reindeer are turned to venison (dasher dancer donner and blitzen, in the food processor started to mix them) the fire has been peed on the dogs have been sent back to Battersea and my regular food of choice is (fanfare) COLD TURKEY!!!.
Oh my flipping god THIS IS HARD. Body has put the shutters up. Don’t need DELOITTE to put me into administration. There’s a guard house with the words ACHTUNG on a sign next to it a guard with jackboots and a lisp and a big ferocious dog.
But I’m fine…..I can cope…….honest……really…..I….can….COPE!!!!
All my life I have been addicted to something. Whether it was sex, booze, women, cocaine or other “recreational” activities. But this time something that I actually need is negating my life and frankly I have finally said NO!
I would like to be awake in the afternoon instead of turning narco like Abe Simpson. I would actually in the morning feel like I actually want to have a breakfast instead of having a conversation with a very large white telephone apparatus.
I would actually like to go for work of a sound mind and FOCUSED. And depressants are not my bag baby yeh!
I would actually want to bury my past once and for all instead of taking stimuli to not forget but put in the little cupboard under the stairs which has the odd vinyl lp, hoover, mop and lecky meter.
Depressants suit some people and some don’t. I am not CRITICAL of who takes them. But some use them as a cop-out to get a sick note from the general non-backbone practitioner.
I have NEVER asked for a sick note or used an excuse. I was brought up to be real and tell the TRUTH and the truth is my 20 milligram Mecca of micro tablet that I don’t love you anymore! Its over, its me and it so isn’t you I have met another and its called LIFE!
Fin.
PS so if my next set of blogs seem a lot more angry, a lot more vitroulous then its gonna be great right……..RIGHT?
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