Week 2 has come to an end and honestly… I’m knackered. Mentally, emotionally, physically. But also… cautiously hopeful?
Here’s how things went down:
Day 1: The Shift Begins
First day on the increased dose and I definitely felt the difference. My brain wasn’t screaming at me from 37 different directions more like whispering from the corner. I felt alert, focused, and way more productive than usual. I got housework done, emails sent, art created, and even ate actual meals (plural).
But alongside all that, I found myself feeling quite emotional. It hit me how much I’ve struggled through life, school, work, relationships, just surviving with no idea why it was all so hard. Now, at 46, these “magic pills” are helping me make sense of myself. It’s bittersweet, but mostly it’s hope. Finally.
Day 2: Weird but Wonderful
Still sleep-deprived, but my brain felt lighter. I wasn’t panicking at every tiny thing. I was less foggy, less frantic. It’s hard to explain, like my internal chaos had taken the day off. Still a bit overwhelming emotionally though, because all of this is so new.
I realised I need help processing my grief, too. It’s something I’ve buried under the chaos, and now that the noise is quieting… it’s all floating up. But despite that, I felt grateful. Even excited about life. Weird, huh?
Day 3: Zombie Mode Activated
I got a whole four hours of broken sleep and still managed to stay awake all day without a nap. (Please clap.) Massive headache again (because of course), but my focus was chef’s kiss. I did a painting, tackled a paperwork doom pile, and ate actual food. Mood: brighter, despite the exhaustion. Small win.
Day 4: Can Someone Prescribe Sleep?
I’m seriously begging the universe for one good night’s sleep. Just one. Please.
Motivation was good though! I got stuff done, had a nap, ate properly, and felt a lot clearer in my head. The usual brain carnage was toned down, a quiet victory. But I desperately want to experience all this with a fully rested brain. It’s been years since I slept well. I miss her.
Day 5: The Grump Awakens
Still no sleep, running on fumes, and had yet another headache. My osteoarthritis flared up big time and my mood? Absolutely meh. Didn’t do much, didn’t feel like much. But I’m reminding myself not every day will feel like progress. Tomorrow is always a new shot at it.
Also, thinking I might need an afternoon top-up dose… because by 4pm I’m basically a zombie in leggings.
Day 6: Praise Be for the Nap
Still had a rubbish night’s sleep, BUT I came home from the school run and had a glorious, solid four-hour nap. Honestly, it was spiritual.
No headache today (hallelujah), mood was much better, and I even got hit with a wave of motivation… at 9pm. Of course. ADHD logic strikes again. Ate a proper dinner and, um… half a pack of biscuits. Look, we don’t judge.
Day 7: Meh x 3
Today? Meh. Mood: low. Energy: none. Focus: don’t even ask. It happens.
Dose goes up tomorrow for the final time, and I’m hoping that brings some more clarity and calm. For now, I’m resting, resetting, and reminding myself that every up has a down and vice versa.
Final Thoughts
Week 2 has been a mix of magic and migraines, breakthroughs and breakdowns. The sleep situation is still a disaster, and the headaches are not my fave, but the difference in my thinking, the clarity, the reduced overwhelm, the flickers of motivation are giving me real hope.
Thank you so much to everyone following my journey. Your encouragement means everything. Bring on Week 3. Let’s see what this next dose can do 💊💛
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