I live under this delusion that getting really cranked makes me more productive- but today shows otherwise:
Woke up at 5:00, drank 3 chai teas of unknown concentration.
Got in to work at 7:00, proceeded to drink 3 more 20 oz Diet Cokes.
At 11:00, I was wired and my vision was blurring, I took off caffeine for the rest of the day and got a lemonade on my lunch break.
This is where things get interesting- between 12:00-1:00 I start obsessing over my ex and fantasize about writing a snarky letter to her mom showing how far I've come by beating my drinking habit and working for the most prestigious employer in the city. (For what it's worth, our parting words had to do with her obsession with cheating and my obsession with drinking). I realize something is wrong- I look at my reflection in my iphone and see the Charles Manson glare because I'm wired and my eyes are flared open. Scared, i duck down in my cubicle and pound away at work, hoping that no one stops by and sees me in this state. I'm on the verge of cackling with laughter and sobbing at the same time- the things I am thinking seem very, very real as if they are CERTAINTIES I must deal with right now. My heart pounds as I ride a wave that seems like a mixture of an anxiety attack and a psychotic episode. On the drive home I'm on the verge of tears, but I stay the hell away from the bar because I know that alcohol is a certain way to make this state worse.
I get home and pop a hydroxyzine to calm down. My body feels throttled hard and I'm going to bed early tonight. This is scary- I'm worrying that the honeymoon period of being off meds is over and I might be dealing with some underlying psychotic issues again.
I will try to lay off from now on- today was just way too real. Let's just hope it was strictly the caffeine.
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