My brain feels like it’s made of mush and wool. I can’t focus on anything, but I don’t know if it’s ‘the illness’ or ‘the treatment’. I’m not sure it matters at this stage. I’m almost functioning; I can sustain a single task, so long as no one distracts me. The problem is that I can’t problem solve, and as that’s the problem, I can’t solve it. I’m like a rubix cube with 54 different colours.
I saw the GP this morning, hopefully for the last time re: mental health, as I keep having to go back, but now I have my repeat prescription sorted at least. He says I should phone the CMHT, since they haven’t been in contact yet. Maybe Monday. I don’t know what I’d even say.