I feel antsy. Skittish. It’s a side effect from a different medication since the last one made me feel like fucking Eyore from Winnie the Pooh, and I can tell it’s another one I’m not going to like. I hate them all, honestly, but what can you do? Sleep is a human necessity, and without it, I’ll die. So until I can finally get some shut-eye, the Russian roulette of anxiety pills continues. I just wish they didn’t make me feel like pitching myself headfirst off a bridge. I’m barely holding on.
