Sunday, March 24, 2019

Head fog..

Suffering from monumental head fog today, among other things. Chloe thinks I just need to drink more water, but so far it's not helping. Just making me feel waterlogged. Hopefully my body will absorb the water and I'll be better. Freaking out about not having any money this week...again. So.damn.tired. of being fucking broke that I want to cry. I work so hard to barely be surviving and it is making me so frustrated. Can't take out a loan because my credit is destroyed. I just don't know how much more I can take. I just want to give up. Crawl under a rock and die.
It's Mercury retrograde. It's this horrendous monthly. It's Effexor withdrawl. Wtf ever, I just want to feel better again. I WANT TO HAVE MONEY TO PAY BILLS AND ALSO BE ABLE TO DO STUFF IF I WANT TO. And buy groceries.
If this is the Effexor withdrawl, why the fuck am I taking something that has such horrible side effects when I stop? Happy to get off it. Sad that I turned to it in the first place. I should be able to fix myself without drugs. Mental stuff anyway, depression, whatever. Of course, I only stopped because I lost health insurance and I can't afford it on my own. Yet another problem tied back to being fucking broke. No idea how I am going to afford my Tamoxifen or Atorvastatin. I ran out of the Atorvastatin already and I take my last Tamoxifen on Tuesday, two days before payday. SO SO SO SICK OF BEING FUCKING BROKE.

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