The Fucking Racing Thoughts

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First things first my peeps! Today is Thursday August 2, 2018 and it means that I have been sober for one month and fifteen days or forty-five days or even better yet, since I’m a weekend binge drinker, 6 weekends. As always, I feel like Tony the tiger… GRRRRREAT! No anxiety, no depression, no hangover, no regrets… I mean nothing! I just hope that wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, you are having a good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Always try to enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nobody fuck it up for you no matter what happens.

On a crazy med note! To be honest with you, I haven’t been taking the Risperidone for a couple of weeks now. It’s not that I hate taking it, it’s just that regularly, by the time that I remember to take it, it’s too late at night. You see, if I don’t take it by around 8:00 pm, the next day, I feel sleepy most of the morning, even if I just take half a pill like my shrink told me to. The whole thing that I have noticed about not taking it is, that I keep having these crazy racing thoughts. I really hate them, because they don’t make sense to me and because they are about people and things that I really don’t give a shit about. To be honest with you, I have come to realize, that even though sometimes I don’t want to take my crazy meds, they really do help me with my daemons.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

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