On another note
No more drinking for a little while. My psychiatrist flipped her shit when she found out they’d stopped making my antipsychotics and I hadn’t been given a replacement and have had been going through 3 weeks of withdrawal after taking at least 3 a day for over a year.
Apparently she’d tried to get in touch with me to make sure I wasn’t going completely insane but they’ve got the wrong number for me and my emergency contact (my dad) wouldn’t answer his phone. So she settled with leaving a letter with my GP telling him to tell me I’d best not be drinking to ‘cope with the difficult feelings that medication withdrawal can bring up’ oops! So, no more drinking. Get new meds, take them like a good girl and hopefully the urge to wrap myself in a blanket and take up residence in the laundry basket will lessen.
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