this morning was weird. had to have an emergency meeting with my psychiatrist, and my sister came with me. shit got heavy. I guess some progress was made,
i’m on two new medications, in addition to my existing cocktail of psychopharmaceuticals. I have an appointment with him every other day for the next week, and I guess we’ll see if anything improves. I really don’t want to go to a hospital or centre or anything, they just sedate you to the point where you forget your name or where you are. I don’t need that shit.
My sister thinks I should spend a few weeks at the monastery up in Woodstock. I wrote a letter to Lama David, the Lama whom taught my sister and I meditation/Buddhist practices last summer at the monastery.
I feel like a change of scenery would do me good.
i’ve never felt this bad/strange/alien before and it’s really scary.
