My brain, today, physically feels like it did in 2019 every time I got on or (abruptly) off antidepressant medication. I didn’t feel like this yesterday. I don’t understand why this is happening.
If you know this feeling, it’s kind of scary and kind of uncomfortable. It’s not reassuring, amidst bottom-of-the-earth depression, and it reminds me of wanting to die.
I don’t, want to die, but I do feel like I’m inside a black hole and there isn’t a soul on earth that can help.