This last Tuesday, I think, the 16th marked the end of four full weeks at a 5mg reduction in Prozac. It has not been easy. At this moment the brain fog is palpable. I keep losing my place on the key board, and spelling is difficult. Still I was this morning, for the second day in a row, a bit calmer and less frightened by the whole affair. Since cutting back I am amazed at how much more I seem to be dreaming, according to my Fitbit. If you can believe that. I woke up from a dream where people were shouting at me and I was shouting at people.
This is not a good time. I wake and instantly I am aware that the pandemic is heading in a really bad direction. People have been saying this would come for months now, and here it finally is: the Winter surge. And the country is not really prepared. Amazing and at the top we have an idiot who appears intent on destroying the frail structures of our democracy. I am not sure at this point if we do have a democracy in any meaningful sense, but whatever it might be it is certainly better than the idiot-in-chief would like to make it.
My heart is constricted. No wonder I feel like shouting…..
And lately I keep stumbling across this word: Akathisia. It’s a word from psychiatry denoting a sense of inward restlessness. I have had that quite a bit lately. It is associated with many forms of withdrawal and I remember it well from the time years ago I was prescribed Thorazene….Man was that nasty stuff.