Cliche Day

I've heard people talking about taking a "mental health day" off from work. I guess that's what I'm doing, except it's because right now I actually feel insane. This is what happens when you are trying to wean off Cymbalta (you know, the anti-depressant with the commercials that try to convince you to take their drug because your depression is hurting...everyone else in your life [including the family dog]). Need I mention that this drug did nothing for me? Well, until now: I feel like crying and curling up in a ball one day, like kicking people and yelling at strangers on the subway the next. Last night I was so angry about too many things to even remember, my mind moving liquid fast, draining away every rational thought as they moved rapidly downstream. So even though I should have been tired, I could not sleep without the help of clonazepam (50s housewife drugs to the rescue!). So this is my "mental health" day.

Another cliche that has seemed appropriate for my situation for a while is the one about being at a crossroads. I was driving, though very slowly, and in a car that needed frequent repairs, until I reached said crossroads. Mine has always been a slow, ill-kempt vehicle. I stop, for there is a complete lack of helpful signage. In fact there is no signage at all (thus, this crossroads must be in Massachusetts; in which case it is probably a rotary). So I am driving around in circles, except that my car has now run out of gas.

At this point, I've been out of gas for more than a year, still sitting on the shoulder (as if there would be one in Mass!) of the rotary with no signs.