/diˌfɛnəˈstreɪʃən/ n. the act of throwing someone or something from a window.
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“oh, you don’t want kids? hahaha, you think that now, but you’ll change your mind when you get older, you’ll eventually want kids when——”
I cut school and went to the doctor today.
She gave me a scrip for some Xanax and agreed that it would be a good idea to go back on the citalopram.
I took some and slept for six hours afterward. Didn’t really like it. It wrecked my perception when I first woke up—just seeing moving shadows and whatnot.
Might start seeing a psychiatrist this summer. We’re going to play with drugs. It’ll be a good time.
Apparently my depersonalization episode—what my psychologist called it—wasn’t depersonalization. It doesn’t seem like depersonalization to me when I look back at it, and my doctor agreed. She used the word “disorganized” to describe what went on so now I’m concerned that it was brief reactive psychosis, like what happened when the guy who did the Kony 2012 video got famous and ended up jacking it in San Francisco. Except I kept all my clothes on, thank you very much.
Also I’m going to tag all of my personal psych posts with “new frontiers in mental health” because New Frontiers in Dental Health because Girl, Interrupted. So uh if you don’t like reading these then just blacklist that.

(Source: valentinovamp)
i wrote a book for my future husband
(the joke is that it’s the entire DSM-V-TR)
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Karlovy Vary, Czech Republic (by Antonio Torres Ochoa)

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