The uni journalist side of life has permitted me from writing for a few weeks, in bloggers-sphere however that amounts to something like one year, so apologies. But back with vigour here I go.
Seriously suffering withdrawal symptoms from my anti-deps, which makes me feel like utter shite to not mince my words I have had a rather bizarre few weeks. I will admit it was semi my fault for I was so busy completing projects running the paper I kept on forgetting to renew my prescription and collect it from the chemist, something Iam notorious in doing.
You would think I would learn but I seem to always go through what I call 'childbirth syndrome'. Not at all au fait in the ways of childbirth I should add I know that women when in labour swear they'll never get pregnant again such is the pain but due to the fantastic-ness that is the human brain, the mind purposely forgets, lucky I imagine otherwise evolution will resemble a queue at the post office on a monday morning when every old dear is out to collect their pension-slow to the point of non-moving and consequently a year or two later baby number 2,3 (enter whatever number is appropriate) .
Anywhoo childbirth syndrome is definately what happens to me. I completely forget I will sink to the depths of despair having DIVA worthy mood swings and with suicide suddenly feeling a reasonable everyday option such as "shall I buy a top? some black coffee? or pop 100 pills today? hmmm I feel thirsty so perhaps the black coffee."
But what makes it almost unbearable is the constant nausea and dizziness 24/7, my god it feels like I've run round a pole with my head to it 100 times .Pleasures such as reading,being sociable or anything that doesn't consist of a chair and a dark room pretty much goes out the window.
but I have picked it up today, it just bloddy needs to kick in,grrrr
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