My mom says I'm spacey. I'm still in my head listening to racing thoughts and trying to keep up. I REALLY don't want to have to do more clozaril but it seems I'm going to have to be open to the possibility. I'm tired and not as agitated as a week ago but still not right. My therapist reminded me this happens every year. Huh, I started to say but last year it didn't but yes it did. I just prefer to forget.