Monday

Woke feeling exhausted (does anybody ever feel refreshed, I never do) and got myself to work.
I escaped at lunch for a short walk, spotted this reflection in the grass and rather liked it.
I found work really hard, I didn't want to speak to anyone, felt nothing and just wanted to be in my bed crying.

I am at the dr tomorrow morning for the monthly check in. I don't think I am coping with the further reductions in my meds. I know he can't do anything as I have to wait until my psychiatrist appointment in May. But at least I can tell someone.
I really wanted to do this, come off them and be free of so many tablets. But know I'm not sure. Don't want to go back the way.