I went to see a psychiatrist.
She was super nice.
Super chill.
She changed some of my medicines.
I hate adjusting to new medicines.
I hate taking new medicines.
I hate change.
I don't want to get my hopes up about any of these medicines tho.
I always get my hopes up.
And then my heart breaks a little more every time a medicine don't work for me.
It kills me.
I want to get better.
The only thing I am is numb.
"Flat" is how she described it.
It fits.
"Flat and numb."
That's what I am.
That's it.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Things will be changing.
For the better?
I'm not sure.
Is it gonna be hard?
Hell yeah.
Am I ready for change?
Hell no.
But do I need it?
Probably.
We shall see what happens.
