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I've been stable for a short while. It's nice. I'm back to my life. The increase in the antidepressant, which my doctor insisted would "do the trick" but which I was highly hesistant, seems to have worked. Other than being tired, my life feels orderly and peaceful. However, I am lacking the joy I once had. Where does this come from?
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Every finger in the room is pointing at me
I want to spit in their faces then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
Tori Amos ~ Crucify
Dx: Schizoaffective Disorder
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