#93
It’s 4am here where I’m at. Wide awake, lying on a single bed of a 5-star hotel in the middle of KL. Can’t seem to fall asleep because the thought of losing my parents is horrible. And this is probably the FIFTH day of my brain making me feel all paranoid every five minutes. Two weeks since I stopped taking sertraline. Two weeks since I was prescribed with fluvoxamine and epilim. What first seemed like a mild depression, my psychiatrist now thinks it’s bipolar disorder type II. It’s having a lot of thoughts at one time. It’s being all excited and you can do everything. It’s shopping recklessly. It’s completing a lot of tasks. It’s needing less sleep to function the whole day. Two hours of sleep daily? Aite no problem. It’s feeling like the world is finally on your side. And things decided to work the way they should be. And it’s hypomania. And then there’s the gloomy day. The physically-tired-for-no-reason days. The days where horrendous thoughts come attacking. Remember the th