Getting Off Drugs is Hell
Irritability, flu-like symptoms, lethargy,
discomfort, pissy mood, anger,
and that’s just the beginning.
I’m getting off drugs.
But here’s the peculiar part:
These are drugs prescribed by my doctor.
They are drugs designed to help me.
They serve the purpose of alleviating other symptoms.
What they didn’t tell me is the hell I’d go through
when it’s time to change up my medication.
“So start with one half the usual dose,” the doctor recommends.
“You’ll do this for a few days, and then half the dose again.”
It sounds simple enough until the withdrawal symptoms start.
I’m a bitch. A grumpy, beastly, no fun bitch.
I have to go through this to be ready for a new medication that will “help” me.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!
So I find myself pondering an issue.
I’m taking these drugs for medicinal reasons with the guidance of my physician.
So why the fuck would someone take non-prescribed illegal drugs?
You know that at some point you’ll stop taking the drugs (hopefully).
Do you really want to go through the torture if you don’t have to?
Use your head, you idiot…
Copyright Susie Krivacic 2018