48 years of "Psycho" then nothing but silence & calm...
Imagine experiencing non-stop stress and feeling like your life never allows you a single moment of peace. Imagine not being able to relate to others when they describe their quiet, relaxing weekends. Imagine every minute of the day having a conscience that tells you that you're not accomplishing enough to survive in this world. Imagine waking up every morning racing with sweat to be out the door for work on time, and on the worst days yelling and screaming because you are too stressed to deal with the full day. Imagine not sleeping the night before any significant event at work because you can't stop worrying that your performance won't be perfect.
Now, after 48 years of this, it's all gone and nothing but quiet, calm peace because of medications.
I'm overwhelmed with confusion, sadness, and happiness. But, this is ALL foreign to me. NOW, I feel like I'm living the life of a peaceful, boring librarian or something. All of a sudden, it's almost too peaceful.
Thank you meds.