Today was not a terrible day.
In the morning I had my first class of the semester. It looks like a pretty easy course although I am a little unsure about the expectations. Even though this gives me anxiety I have to somehow have faith that everyone else in the class is just as uneasy as I am and that things will be elucidated soon enough.
After class I went home and did a lot of reading for the above mentioned class and actually did a little extra work to get ahead. I have a very busy weekend ahead of me, so I am just trying to cope with some of the anxiety by getting things done in advance. I am a very conscientious and hard-working student, you will come to learn. In fact, my intelligence is the one thing about myself that I actually like.
In other news, I have been Geodon- and Thioridazine-free for about a week and I think I'm feeling the effects, not to mention I haven't slept since Saturday. (Oh, and I had the somewhat expected allergic reaction to the Emsam so I haven't been taking that either.) This always seems to happen-- the drugs never make me feel good but not being on them makes me even worse. I guess they take a slight edge off of my depression, but Shrinkiepoo and I try new combinations in the vain hope that something will do something more. I really hope he puts me on a new antidepressant and not just a sleep medication because I need to feel better. Need.