Its tiring. The Community Mental Health Team seem to make it more tiring.
Things have changed so much in just twenty years. They used to say you would be on Lithium for your whole life. Then they came up with more lucrative mood stabilisers. Because Lithium was cheap as chips. Then they said it was safe to take two different types at the same time. Then a short while later, three different types.
Talking of chips... fat lays easy. Diabetes loves obesity. And a shot thyroid fits well into the mix. Still, a Statin for your cardiovascular problems, a sleeper for your insomnia, a Benz for the anxiety. A thyroid pill, an anti-shake pill, and a giant f* box to put them all in. A pill box. Look out!
Sat with waxen skin in a small airless, ventless, windowless room with grime smeared nicotine coloured walls. Nine men. Each holding a card with a number on it. Waiting for their turn, for the fresh faced nurse to bound in, with a spring in her step and take the next in line for the toxic injection. The 'depot'.
Meanwhile, the small amount of research out there shows that those on these new anti-psychotics have a 25 year reduction in life span. And the fat still sad, still, unmotivated either way.
Is there another way?
Happy Birthday me