Be careful when you cast out your demons lest you cast out the best part of you.
I have a personal admission I'd like to put on the table. I started taking an anti-anxiety med about 4 months ago. I've always had bouts with anxiety, but it had just seemed to crescendo in March, and I decided it was probably something I couldn't control on my own.
My doc put me on Cymbalta. It definitely cured the anxiety, but it also cured me of any inspiration, drive, and creativity I was normally ripe with.
So I decided to kick the stuff last week. Man, I feel like I've been on a 5 day Acid trip with no end in site. You're not supposed to go cold turkey off the stuff, but I've never done anything by the prescribed directions anyway....so I just jumped off the horse.
Last night, I spent all night battling some kind of mutant, hybrid, alligator/dog monsters with a pitchfork. All my friends were at this cabin in the swamp and these things just came out of nowhere and everyone started freaking out saying that we were all going to die. I calmly asked them..."what the fuck are these things?" They told me what they were called but I forgot what the name was. Anyway, they started coming out of the swamp to eat us....I grabbed a pitchfork which was conveniently sitting next to me and opened up a can of whupass on them. I swear this battle went on for hours...or so it seemed in dreamtime. I think I even got up, took a piss, went back to sleep and started the battle all over again. It was like watching a b grade horror film and you're the star.
Aside from that I'm having an endless barrage of "brain storms" through the day. My brain just starts tingling and rolling like an ocean wave...I'm even blacking out at times....my eyesight just goes blank for few seconds and then it comes back. It's crazy shit, man.
But....on the positive side....I can feel my passion returning. I'm getting pissed off at things again...which is good, methinks. I feel the need to save the world again...it may be from alligator-dogs this time, but what the hell....it feels good to fight again.
I'm going to go have a drink and catch up with my demons, now. I'll let you know how it goes.