in general, my hallucinations really flare up when i'm stressed.

now they're as loud as a fucking brass band. day and night.

so my MD added risperidone to my cocktail. yay. never mind i was on it while in the hospital and i couldn't walk in a straight line. although, come to think of it, i hadn't eaten in a week by that point, so that might have had more to do with it.

anyway - now i'm on 2 antipsychotics (risperidone and seroquel) plus a shitload of trazodone and wellbutrin. i just kicked klonopin last week. i really must have the constitution of a horse.

i went 26 years swearing never to be on psych meds and now i'm the fucking poster child (i just wrote "now i'm fucking the poster child" which really isn't the same thing, is it?)

starving + bleeding