The Unsolvable Problem

New dose of seroquel.

I started it last night.

I slept like a dead person for 12.5 hours without hardly stirring. Groggy when I did finally wake up.

Now, which one of my treatment team is going to lecture me next about “sleep hygiene,” I wonder?

When I was younger and was admitted to USH, I was put on 3 times this dosage (total of 600 mg) of seroquel.

At the time, I slept all day, drooled, and was almost completely incoherent.

Dr. Z (same doctor as this last time) yelled at me frequently and called me lazy.

It wasn’t my fault, she was the one force feeding me this crap.

Now, 12.5 hours of sleep clearly will not do for me while being employed, and attending school.

But, I’ll still get lectured about sleep hygiene.

I’ll still be accused of sleeping because I’m “depressed,” and forced into other things that are unnecessary, in order to “treat” drug induced “depression.”

And none of these “professionals” on my execution team…*ahem* I mean, treatment team…will ever accept the fact that this seroquel does this to me. Every. Single. Freaking. Time.

But I have to take it, court mandated, or else.

I’ve been through this before.

Let me say it again: if I was truly paranoid, it would be very easy to believe they’re trying to sabotage my progress.

And I wouldn’t be the only one who thinks it!

So, what can I do to help myself in this situation?

Abso-friggin-lutely nothing I can do!

–via the ghostwriter

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