They’re only words.
Groupings of letters in a particular order that provide a visual representation of what we want to communicate. So why can’t I find the words to put down on paper. In the past, I would write 15 to 50 pages a day! Now – I struggle to complete a paragraph.
I feel bottle up. I feel stymied. I have writer’s block. Why?
I believe it’s the medication, Geodon. And yet the medication is doing good things too.
Have the medications helped or hindered?
On the plus side, I’m without hallucinations for the first time in over 48 years. Also for the first time in over 38 years I don’t see suicide as a solution for my problems. Yea medication!
Life without hallucinations is new for me really. I used them to cope with the injuries of my past. They were my unconscious’s representation of hurts I couldn’t, or wouldn’t, consciously deal with. Without them I am forced to now deal with those hurts and develop healthy coping skills – and I am.
Life without suicidal thoughts is amazing. I’m finding hope for the future and visualizing a future that goes beyond the end of the day. My future goes on for years now. It’s a strange, but good, feeling to want to see old age and all the adventures between today and the day I pass due to natural causes.
On the minus side, I feel like my creativity is stifled. I’m having cognitive challenges that hinder my ability to write. I find that the leveling of my emotions, that is the minimization of mood swings from high to low, has suffocated my motivation for not only writing but also such passions as reading and learning new things.
The emotion leveling has also impacted how I react in situations in which I should feel great joy or great sorrow. I find I feel sorry to a greater degree than joy. Maybe the antidepressant isn’t the right one for me or the wrong dosage. Finding the right medications is a process and can be a lengthy effort. But I feel it’s worth it.
Perhaps the down side issues will right themselves over time. I’ve been on these medications now for about two months. Maybe it will take a few more months to normalize my body’s chemistry and return to the writing whiz I was. I miss my writing. It’s a good, healthy, outlet for my mental stresses. I find writing to also be a good place to work out emotional strains. Consequently, I find myself easily upset over minor issues. That’s not something I want in the ‘new’ me.
You might ask if I’d seek medications if I knew I’d find myself in this dry, arid, land of writing before taking the medications. My answer is a definite yes. I like being hallucination free. I like not dwelling on suicide. I like life for the first time in over four decades! At times I feel young, clean, fresh and worthy of other people’s love and support. What a wonderful set of emotions!
Would I recommend medication for others like me? I’m no doctor but I would tell others to explore the possibilities with qualified professionals. Life can be better for those living in their own personal prison of mental illness. It was for me.
You can read my follow up to this blog at Better Living Through Chemistry, Phase 2