My meds still allow me to bawl my eyes out, remarkably enough.

I feel like I'm losing my damn mind. I don't feel right. Nothing feels right. I'm forgetting things. I'm confused. I'm foggy. I'm forgetting conversations I've had with people. I'm making stupid mistakes regarding the ezine. My psychiatrist is out of the office on vacation for the next two weeks. I'm lacking motivation. I'm sleepy. I don't know what's wrong with me! I think I'm on too much seroquel, so I'm cutting my dose in half. I think I'm going to call the nurses line on Monday anyway. Maybe a different psychiatrist in the office can help me.

I had an appointment with my therapist this morning and she thinks maybe the seroquel increase combined with the wellbutrin increase is having a negative effect. Something about dopamine.

Monday night I invited my parents out to dinner. Not looking forward to it. They're going to see me and tell me I'm not a 23 year old girl anymore. They have zero respect for me as an individual. And they certainly don't respect my husband. And I love my mom, but don't particularly like her. She's mean!

I'm hoping that tomorrow when I wake up I'm feeling somewhat normal, though the abnormal feeling just gets worse each day.

Honestly, WHAT THE FUKK IS WRONG WITH ME!!