Three weeks into my new meds and my anxiety-riddled brain is still, well, riddled.
I’m not surprised, really. My psychiatrist said it was a fifty-fifty shot that it would help with my obsessive worry. It’ll either do a great deal of good or do nothing,” he said.
Point of fact: I suck at even odds. Always have. Give me a true/false question and I’ll give you a wrong answer. A coin toss? Pfft. I don’t even bother.
Probably a mental thing… But when your sanity is Swiss Cheese what isn’t?
Alright, enough moping about. I’ve got a Prologue to edit.