Riding the Rollercoaster

Sometimes, you’re up. Sometimes, you’re down.

Things were looking more in the up direction for awhile… except then (to continue the metaphor and stretch it perhaps too far) they turned upside down and I fell out of the little harness and splattered all over the pavement. Faulty lap belt. Or something.

In short, things aren’t so good, but I’m working on it. I don’t know when it will get better, but the only way out is through. I’ve run out of ability to pretend everything’s OK at work now too, so I figure one of these days someone is going to realize just how fucked up in the brain I can be.

I may or may not talk more about it, but at least this space exists.

<3 and such.

Oh. And whatever smartass thought it would be a good idea to add “Black Cherry Flavor!” to sublingually dissolving anti-psychotic medications can go blow a goat. Because really, now it tastes like terrible artificial flavoring AND bitter poisonous nastiness. It’s almost adding insult to injury that taking a medication that makes me feel so shitty has to Taste. That. Bad.

(And before someone suggests water, I can’t have any. Tablet under tongue, no food or drink for 10 minutes. It makes the underside of my tongue peel too. THAT’s fun…)