Mental Health is a curious thing, because so many people have to deal with it every day. Some people are not dealing with it, that is another whole bag of bees. Being open and honest about it will eventually help someone else. Being sensitive to the shit other people are struggling with is also a wonderful and kind thing. There are times when people want to drag me into their own shit and I am a hard-no on that. It’s all about balance.
I started taking a new med for Anxiety call Buspirone which has been targeting my issues like a laser beam, along with some other things, has helped a lot with my panic attacks and little freakouts. “Fight or Flight” is a big thing with anxiety at my level, to a debilitating point. While on the meds it is as if very little triggers me, not does it make me drowsy or anything like that. I take it eveery 7 hours-ish, 3x/day and it works.
I get headaches around med time and if I am late, I can feel it physically. Another side is that my tolerance for crowded spaces is not very good at all. I can medicate myself into a place and hang for a while, but I over-did it on Friday and paid for it the next day. When I told a good friend about it he sent me the shitiest message about how it’s all in my head. blink-blink-blink… he later messaged me and apologized. But, that’s how people often see other people with their issues. He self medicates with a shit-ton of pot and that’s not my thing.
Okay, just wanted to write something…