I'm not tired any more, but I've taken my tablets and I hope they start to work in about half an hour. I'm still full from the soup at lunchtime, so I've had a couple of biscuits and a cup of tea instead of supper. I still can't listen to music or read, so I'm typing this in silence, having switched off the rubbish on TV. It's very peaceful here tonight - not many cars have gone by and very few people. Perhaps I'm the only person left alive after some global catastrophe.
My hands start itching soon after I take the quetiapine, and the restless legs start playing up. Bloody drugs. Am I me because of the drugs - would I be someone different without them? I think I'm me, although I'm not very connected to myself at the moment, which I don't like. The glass bubble is still around me, but I hope it's getting thinner and that I'll get more connected to others soon. It's quite a lonely feeling, being disconnected.
Well, I think I"ll go to bed and see how long it takes for the drugs to work. Night night everyone -- I may be back later.
I spent 16 years in the RAF defending the Free World , then got bunged out unceremoniously for being bipolar. I and was subsequently diagnosed with PTSD. Funny old world, isn't it?