With this new medication change, my head has been feeling incredibly fuzzy and cloudy. This, coupled with lots of anxiety, has led to numerous panic attacks and a complete distrust of medication.
Tonight, however, I took some Xanax midway through a forty-five minute panic attack, at the suggestion of my mother. Twenty minutes later, the fog cleared, and I did a complete about face.
I was reminded once again how much things are rolled together. The good comes with the bad, and security comes with fear. And I should never ever distrust medication completely.
While I am still too rattled to write anything of substance, I have many post ideas rolling around inside my head, and I promise to post something over 1000 words tomorrow. Scouts’ honor.