Day 4
I’ve slowed, and I have the worst cotton mouth of my life. No amount of water helps, and the postnasal drip is still there, driving me mad.
My reflexes are not very good either. Driving is almost challenging. Normally, I’m a pretty competent driver, but stop-and-go traffic during rush hour was a gigantic maze I just couldn’t figure out how to function in today.
I just feel quiet inside.
I know that Zoloft helps me once the side effects wear off (those that ever do, I mean), but when my mouth feels like this and I’m feeling so far away, a little voice in my head begins to rebel. This has happened so quickly—I’m only 4 days in this time—but already there’s the devil in my mind, whispering, “What was so wrong with reality?”
