I don't know if i'll make sense. It is difficult to write/think/move. Managed to take a shower. Like needles touching my skin. Every sense is heightened- smell, taste, touch- but not pleasurable. Everything stinks and is disgusting. My skin wants to be shredded off- prickly, bumps. Even the inside of my mouth holds razor blades.
I cry and wail and yell and laugh. Brain shocks are constant. hungry but do not want to vomit again. Hold on, Hold on.
Thinking of taking a benedryl and going to bed. Uncomfortable to lay down. Pillow rakes against raw skin. If I can sleep then I can take my morning wellbutrin. Symptoms better in the morn.
Husband is patient. I hear my voice and feel myself sarcastic and yelling then crying with remorse. He is so very patient.
I have to go. Writing is too hard.
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