Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Today I was put on Prozac. I put up a fight but could not win. Doctor determined the autoimmune disease I have been diagnosed with, is the result of stress. Really?  How about pure bad luck? Of course, I was FORCED to take the medicine. An hour later, one of my eyes was blinking on its own accord, in total disagreement with the other. I have never drank alcohol but I imagine it feels just  like I have  been feeling today: spacey, wired, out of touch, weird. I am not sure how to express myself, what to say, how to say it. I feel in danger, as is something big has falling on me. I am so F... I can even begin to make sense of it all.