More brainmeats foo. Things got worse after Saturday, mood majorly dropped, anxiety went through the roof. Toughed it out for a few days and then called my pshrink, who was able to fit me in today. We talked a bit, and long story short, I’m going back on the seroquel, though a lower dose to start. Hopefully this will help me feel a little better, help me sleep through the night and to not be so stressed and frazzled during the day. Trying to be hopefully about this, but to be honest I’m pretty sans hope feeling right now, hope and cope are in short supply. Maybe tomorrow will be better when I wake up.