The extra Latuda has helped quell the psychosis. I still feel incredibly down and like people are throwing rocks at my stomach. I regret that I can go there, with little provocation. It’s a part of me, I don’t like to admit exists. When you are fighting reality curled up in bed, blasting music, and just trying to get through it. Never mind making any sense of it, there’s non to be made. I didn’t self harm, I took my final, and tried to be there for my mom as she celebrates her bday. Not sure if I can handle another episode of this. And now I only have half my Latuda for Sat night.
Marci, Mental Health, & More
Marci- Me a 32 year old gay female living in California in the United States.
Mental Health- I am diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder and Schizoaffective Disorder Bipolar type. I blog about my own experience with mental health as well as resources, research, and re-blogs relating to mental health.
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