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Sunday, 7/7

I remember why I hate SSRI’s – specifically, and completely.*

I thought it might be a good idea to double-up on my sertraline dose. It’s okay, I’d been weaning myself down for nine months or so anyway, so there was no chance of it being a danger.

But oh.mi.god. This twitching, shaking, bone-clacking almost-coming-up like the worst batch of MDMA you’ve never had in your life; coupled with the mongy, dopey, confusion is the actual worst.


*apart from my previous drug-wife: Escitalopram. You were sweet and clean and never tried to set fire to my central nervous system.

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