What happens if when your antidepressant finally kicks in, it does the opposite effect? Or maybe, does its job a little too well and makes you feel invincible, like you can’t bruise or die even if you tried. As if there were no feeling in your body or bones in your arms though they are blatantly seen from your past starvations. I don’t even know if I have any logic left but if I did, I’d tell myself to snap out of it. I’m thinking I met the little black box warning. Should I even tell my psychiatrist or just deal with it?
I’m staying home today from school though on the bright side. WHOOT! :)
I love my fake tattoo :D tho I just want one real one when I’m eighteen. Nothing bad, just the word Strong on my wrist to remind me that I’m stronger now. Right now I just have a cross on my wrist to remember God is there looking out for me. And think about it like this, would I really want to cut up the cross? Exactly. And to continue it so it never fades, I have a black pen. Enjoy the day guys ^_^
