Today I start taking 60mg citralopram for the first time. Too be honest im hoping they make me feel better because so far apart from the drastic increase in my bad attitude and the rest of the negative things I dont think the pills have made any difference. I have had a few good spells but I always do. The depression side has got deeper and the happy side happier maybe a sort of exaggeration of my moods is the change i would say. The fact that I find myself on the max dose fills me with dread at coming off them due to withdrawls and disappointment that i have sunk so low in life i need these stupid things just to try and be the person I should be. Today I ask myself why? Why do i need these damn pills, why must i be such a burden to my family, why have i managed to push my friends away, why me, why cant life just be simple, i dont ask for much i never have so why must i suffer and cause suffering?
Life......whats it all about? Whats the real point to it all?
I sit and think looking, hoping, longing for a valid answer to the mixing pot I find myself in