Went Off Medications
I didn't mean to, I arrived home later than I normally do and simply forgot to take them. I'm on Depakote, Risperdal, Zolpidem, and Cymbalta btw.. so a missed dose isn't to be taken lightly.
As a result the house was cleaned pristine, all the clothes were washed and folded, the refrigerator was cleaned, all of my homework completed, I sewed up two outfits, and never went to sleep last night.
If there was ever an doubt before, there isn't any now. On the medications my mind didn't seemed slowed, rather everything was clearer, my emotions made more sense, and the world didn't change. Now, my mind moves too fast... fleeting fragments of thoughts here and there with a compulsion to find something to do to expend all of this excess energy. Emotions shift like the shimmering of nervous fish.
Tonight I will remember two things: one, never to forget my medication if I can help it -- insomnia induces mania; and two, I'm skirting a thin edge between how I was and normality.
In the time allotted me (as I'm off for spring break), I've watched Pink Floyd: The Wall, and realized it actually makes sense to me. This probably isn't a good thing.
"The weakest soul, knowing its own weakness, and believing this truth that strength can only be developed by effort and practice, will, thus believing, at once begin to exert itself, and, adding effort to effort, patience to patience, and strength to strength, will never cease to develop, and will at last grow divinely strong."
- James Allen