>>39887277mind? i'd love a chance to get breakfast in the mornings.
I can't eat til an hour after my pill, and there's a ton of stuff I shouldn't have til like, 4 hours after my pill cause it messes with absorption.
all that plus making it, it usually ends up such a hassle i just don't bother. If I had that kind of energy, I wouldn't have been prescribed pills, I'd be healthy and productive. Heck, if it's anything like before things broke I'd be a hyperactive spazz, with a finger in way too many pies, spitting out content like no tomorrow.
I also hate that coffee honestly does a better job fixing most of my symptoms than my pill does by a wide margin, albeit in a brute force fixing symptoms with symptoms kind of way, but it's also allegedly something that messes with absorption, and fuels my anxiety, which I have no fucking reason to have developed, but mom has it do I guess it's genetic and only going to get worse just like hers, just like dad and his thyroid stuff and by extension also the alzheimers, meaning that by like, 55 I'm going to be an amnesiac bewildered neurotic mess living a kafka-esque existence, that while my body might live til 80 like grandma I just passed midlife for me, the sapient soul within it, just last year, I've still done nothing with my life, I'm in no position to quickly or effectively change that, and even if I could I have no idea what direction to head, neither what's worthwhile because I grow increasingly disillusioned, or what I enjoy, because the looming dread kinda drowns out most other emotion.
