The weather was gloomy and yet surprisingly I wasn't. The day was uneventful other than some body aches, hot flashes & a few brain zaps. I remained in a pensive state, in awe of the breakdown I had only hours before and I can only say that it was very REAL. A real I wouldn't have experienced at all if I had been on my full dose of Effexor. At this point, I may not be dealing with physical ailments daily as much as I am the psychological effects of withdrawal and the natural grieving process of human emotion.
Seems as though I've now reached the breaking point. A place that many others before me too have been forced to decide if the real world is something that they're willing, and most importantly, ready for.
You may see me up, you may see me down but rest assured that I am most certainly not quite out.