It seems my first posts here were taken as vents...or rants...or I dunno...I didn't have any replies so I'm not expecting any here either but I need somewhere to write this down. I thought I was hopeless "before"...when things were so bad I wanted to drive off a bridge and Cymbalta came along to save the day. It sure did...but now...3 weeks after my insurance and prescription ran out, after reading about people on here going through these withdrawala symptoms for months or longer...I am more hopless than ever. I feel so sick...I AM so sick...I can't eat, have extreme nausea 24/7, sleep like the dead or not at all because of the nightmares...have joint pain that has me in tears and brain zaps that make me feel like my brain is just shutting down.
What makes this hopeless beyond just feeling badly? I somehow have to make arrangements, sort, sell and pack things to move out of the country by this time next week while at the same time trying to find a teaching job...uh...anywhere. I sit here and think...Yes, I really should do something about that. Then I don't. I have no family here, I have no friends to help me with this either. I know if I did not have my pets (as "crazy cat lady" as it seems) I probably would have just given up by now...they keep me here because I made a committment to care for them and I would never leave them alone like I am. I sit here just sobbing...how am I going to do this?
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