…how every time I experience some sort of personal breakthrough1 (dear God, kill me for the amount of cheese-tastic language I have used in this week alone), there is almost always some manner of blowback, an equal but opposite (or something) reaction in which I am reduced to a mental state not terrifically far from sucking one’s thumb and rocking in the corner of one’s room (helmet optional).
Seriously, this shit is tedious. And I am so sorry for having subjected you all to the rather untoward quantity (much less the quality) of it.
Presumably, however, this is a habit that can be changed (and, in fairness, some of what prompted the blowback consists of still utterly inexplicable events of last night, which were 100% beyond my control), and you all should not have to suffer the flood of my daily (or hourly) psychological adjustments to quite this straining degree for the rest of time.
Also, I’m still less than two weeks into a new course of meds. So stability is maybe on the horizon. - ish.
*AHEM*
As you were, Internets.
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1Revelations I consider “breakthroughs” are, not infrequently, things most people consider self-evident.
