Logic says to me, "You've really gotten better! You don't breakdown so often You smile more." Yeah, its the medication!
It says, "You handle things with grace and don't fly off the handle. You aren't so easily angered." Yeah, its the medication!
It says, "Yeah, your emotions are foggy but at least you aren't crazy. I bet it's hard to feel things, but you aren't crying all the time. And you haven't collapsed in bed and begged to die. Or at least, its been a while." Yeah, its the medication.
"Why do you have tears in your eyes and why aren't they falling? Does it feel like your chest is made of concrete? Like a sneeze that hurts but it just won't happen? Can you feel the attack waiting in the corner leaving you with dread and adrenaline?" Yeah, its the medication.
"Seroquel for seratonin Buspirone to breath, and ****** to calm down. So what could go wrong? Is it bad to not be able to feel even though you know you have the right to? And your chest feels heavy and full like an awning with too much water and you kind of want it to collapse because you so badly want to remember how to cry And the blackness you were so afraid of seems like home and you're homesick?" Yeah, its the medication.