January 31, 2015: I feel like I’m going to die, withdrawal sucks ass

I thought this final decrease down to no Effexor would feel the same as the other decreases. I was wrong. Really fucking wrong. It’s a hundred times worse.
I wish I was able to describe it. I don’t have the energy. When my SO found me in bed sobbing with my head rammed between two pillows he brought me my special can. Two pipes smoked out my bedroom window later, It didn’t stop my brain seizures but I stopped crying and consumed a shit ton of Doritos.
The soundtrack of trainspotting might as well be pumping through my veins.
I’ve been wanting to go to the pharmacy to get my pills. Maybe just one every other day would help but I can’t. I don’t want to.
Who the fuck would ever prescribe someone something that crushes your brain when you stop taking it?!
Makers of Effexor I want you to suck a two week unwashed and ungroomed dick. One that’s been living in spandex bike shorts. And running marathons during a heat wave. That would be better than what I’m going through.

I’d like to thank autocorrect for making my sentences complete and legible. I’d like to thank Jameson vitamins for making melatonin because sleeping for the next few days is the only way I can see myself surviving this hell.

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