If you need to leave the world you live in
Lay your head down and stay a while
Though you may not remember dreaming
Something waits for you to breathe again
I’ve stepped out of the stupor of a few weeks ago, it seems to have been theraputic. I think I’d been pressuring myself too much, and it was nice to just give up on life and have a break from it. No worry, no stress, no hates, no passions, just lying in bed and waiting to waste away. I think it was a bit of a shock to my system when I started eating again though… lets just say that I’ve become familiar with the bathroom in my new place.
Venlafaxine awaits it seems, as the prescription I picked up this morning was for a reduced dose of dulox. I have no idea yet when I will be starting the new pills, as I have yet to see my doctor. It’s nice that they’re tapering down the dulox this time, I certainly wish it had been tapered when I started it.
I don’t really know where I’m going at the moment, it’s difficult to see what the point is in life. I’m surrounded by people who seem busy, happy, absorbed, yet I feel cut off from whatever it is that they know. This past year has changed me so much – I never even expected to be alive now. How can I profess interest in the mundane things that people use to make their lives tolerable when I know that I should be dead, that my very presence here brands me as a failure.
The presence of all the years gone by, all the different Chouettes, weighs heavily on me. It’s almost hard to remember that they are all the same person, that all those experiences happened to me, not to someone else.
Today I was reminded of the first proper album I ever bought (I refuse to count the Spice Girls as “proper”!) – Fallen by Evanescence. It was the first thing that made sense of some of my feelings, gave me music to express them in and to lessen their power. Listening to it now is a bittersweet experience – I still feel the same emotions on listening to the music, but it also makes me feel regretful that I have not been able to move on, that I’m still having the same struggles with mood as that lonely confused 15 year old me was.
Maybe the change isn’t possible, maybe I’m trying to medicate myself out of existence.
I linger in the doorway… of alarm clock screaming monsters calling my name
Let me stay… where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops, as they’re falling, tell a story…