...I am working on Figuring Out What I Want, but that is difficult to do when my brain is this fuXX0red. (Had I known what coming off Cymbalta would do to me, I'd never have gone on it. It was a moment of desperation that prompted the lack of research - "Something might help the pain? Gimme!!!")

I know I need to give myself time to come off this stuff, that I'm having a toxic chemical withdrawal and that most people aren't in their right minds when they're detoxing from this sort of thing. But I don't know how much time. So I keep poking myself.

"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"But I got stuff I gotta do!" *pout* "...are we there yet?"
"Sweartagod I'm gonna turn this brain around and go home."

Gross oversimplification. But yes. I keep having Big Things dumped in my lap, and I'm in no state to hold a thought for more than thirty seconds, let alone calmly and logically follow a train of though from beginning to end and make astute conclusions. The problem arises from the fact that I don't know when I'll be capable again, so I don't feel safe putting anything off. And then I am all like "aiiii!!!" because of all the things and stuff.

*sit*

Can we be there yet? Please?