I had all these memories before coming off antipsychotics. I had them before starting.
When I was a kid everything was normalized by those around me.
How do you recognize abuse when you don’t know what “healthy” looks like?
Eventually it broke me and I went on meds.
I’d call antipsychotics the morphine of psych meds.
You don’t feel anything but the wound is still there, still festering and causing harm.
Still slowly killing you from the inside out.
So coming off.
35 years of trauma hit me like an 18 wheeler full speed ahead to a brick wall.
The effects were (and are) both physical and psychological.
Morphine won’t stop you from bleeding out from a gunshot wound to the heart. They’ll just make it hurt less as it kills you.
Antipsychotics are the same.
Laughs and Lobotomies 