'And he's the best fuck that ever walked. He's beautiful - rich, in money and everything else; he's a rockstar to boot, trapped in the body of a fighter. And how he fought; at a state of turmoil with himself - somewhere inside his soul that only she...
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'Persisted, linked, through lengths and breadths Of time. Snow fell, undated. Light Each summer thronged the glass. A bright Litter of birdcalls strewed the same Bone-riddled ground. And up the paths The endless altered people came, Washing at their identity.
Now, helpless in the hollow of An unarmorial age, a trough Of smoke in slow suspended skeins Time has transfigured them into Untruth. Their final blazon, and to prove Our almost-instinct almost true: What will survive of us is love.'
Following her latest episode, Hera had made a conscious effort to taper herself off her antidepressants. Having approved this motion with a psychiatrist, who then made the necessary calls to limit her intake when she'd next pick it up.
In just three weeks, she had split her dose in half so that she was taking just 5mg and from there she'd planned to alternate between 5 and 2.5mg every day for a week. Then, she'd use a pill cutter to take 2.5mg every other day, leading her to the end of the month where she'd have successfully weaned herself off (likely with limited withdrawal symptoms).
In those first two weeks, Hera had already seen a drastic change in her libido — which wasn't the main thing, but it certainly kept her and Sirius happy. The only trouble she'd really had with Lexapro was when mixing with alcohol, which she'd also sworn off of following her display the previous month.
It was harder for her to notice the behavioural changes as she couldn't quite be aware of that in herself, for this she was glad to have Sirius — someone she trusted, who knew her well enough to watch out for these switches.
Physically, she'd experienced minor nausea and muscle ache. Both of which she found perfectly manageable, though the former wasn't so pleasant coupled with her recovering abdominal injury, and the latter might've been less as a result of stopping antidepressants and more from the strain of taking Sirius (sometimes multiple times a day, but what else were they do to while home alone?).
Best of all, Hera felt she was getting her personality back after so many years of being shifted around from one drug to another — whether prescribed or not.
