Well.
I feel like shit.
And I think I probably need to tell you the whole story about the last chapter.
Fuck.
~
Starting with why I was in the hospital:
I started taking Lexapro for anxiety problems about a week before I was admitted.
During that time, the medicine decided to do exactly the opposite of what it was supposed to.
Now, my depression had been improving for a while before that. I barely ever felt suicidal anymore.
But the medicine changed all of that.
I almost tried to kill myself.
But I talked to my friend Leo first.
He helped me get help, and I talked to the school counseler (who is actually really helpful to me.)
She suggusted I be admitted to the hospital, and I stayed there for a week.
The hospital actually helped me a lot. Everyone understood what I was going through, and supported me.
During my time there, I started Zoloft, which I have continued taking up until now.
It does work, and has helped me with my anxiety.
But it had the side effect of not sleeping.
And that's why I feel like shit.
I'm so fucking tired.
Anyway.
I have to go now.
Seeya.
