I am scared of myself, and my own thoughts. I am scared of what they mean. I am scared I will never recover from how they make me feel. I am scared I will never get better at all.
Seroquel puts me in a weird far away padded like state. I don't feel connected to my body or my head. I feel internally overwhelmed and externally numb.
I thought the hospital and slow integration would be enough - but I am scared I have just fallen further down the rabbit hole.
She is only happy sometimes. She isn't sure we will ever get our life back.
I am scared.