It is perfectly natural and normal to feel frustration in hard times. Overwhelming and oppressive situations take hold, I have little control over my life in the current climate. My time is taken at a degree greater than a full time job, and the desperate need to unwind keeps me…

So join me on the descent into madness, sponsored by the godawful taste of uncoated trazodone and “when did I fill up this water bottle?” memory loss. I have had an unbroken week of caregiving, including on Friday in a weird Judge Judy episode where Judy would not calm down…

I just want a moment of peace. It is nearing midnight, and I ought to have been in bed three hours ago. Time in the day is occupied primarily by caring for an individual that is somehow both a twisted, yet far more real version of Dr Jekyll and Mr…

Or: the dive down into the abyss of nonsense. Hours after the in-office appointment wherein my doctor and I went over my questions and concerns about my frequent use of clonazepam, Walgreens messaged me to say that my scripts were filled. This included one trazodone, an alternative I didn’t even…

I’m losing it. I stayed up too late last night. Typing, taking my meds, having that moment hit sometime after they kicked in where I suddenly realized I needed to eat everything in the house. Actually we’re there now. I had the opportunity to get more peanutbutter and some delightful…

I give up, yet I cannot. There is an inherent anxiety in going to the doctor’s office, regardless of what it is for and who it is you are seeing. Some people have so-called “White coat syndrome,” and in theory, me too. My blood pressure and heartrate both spike in…