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I was a writer

I am a writer.

I write that and then pause. Delete the last line. Pause again.

I was a writer. Until psychosis.

I'm on a combination of drugs, anti depressants and anti psychotics, that help me with my mood, my voices, my delusions. (For those interested in specifics, Venlafaxine 375mg, Aripiprazole 30mg, and due to start lithium next week) My psychiatrist is always talking about 'getting you back to writing,' but the problem is the pills not only take the bad stuff away, they take the good stuff away too. I no longer feel creative. I no longer have any ideas for the short stories I used to write. I lost my newspaper column when I became ill. I had to leave my English degree for the same reason. Psychosis has taken part of my life away.


I guess in some ways this blog is my attempt to get it back.



I am a writer. After psychosis.
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