1. Shit got real at work- my attention to detail was not up to par with the other workers and I was skewered for it. As I am completely zonked on Abilify, Zoloft and Baclofen, I only expect this to get worse.
2. Overambitious, I attempted to cut my abilify dosage in half and went through a mild psychotic episode for a couple of days. I'm back up on it now and seeking medical help to get off of it.
3. In the midst of said psychotic episode, I dumped my girlfriend for wanting to carry on a platonic middle school relationship. This was the right decision, but I should have handled it better.
4. Having gone through said breakup, I promptly started drinking again because, frankly, no one is there to stop me.
I should have noticed something was wrong the minute I said to myself "I just don't fucking care anymore" and started hitting the bar every night after work. I never bought the "spiritual" slants on alcoholism, but I'm starting to understand where they're coming from. I need a last line of defense, even if it is a corny delusion.
My sleep patterns have been wrecked, with me passing out around 7 and waking up at 2 to go to work at 5 and clock out at 3:30 (it's quite a large and flexible company so we're allowed to do that). Still,
I'm not writing expressly to bitch, as I've already bumped my dosage up to 100 in anticipation of hitting the switch again sometime in the next month. Just let this be a warning that shit happens and a maintenance dose is by no means a guaranteed safety net.
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