I just had a blood test to check on my numbers - while iron is still fine for now, cholesterol has gone up, and since my diet and exercise have greatly improved (I now eat quite lean, have lost 35 lbs over the past year, and I have continued with my long walks about the city, along with my floor exercises) I suspect it's Latuda that's doing it, since that's a known side effect. This is depressing, because it felt like that was the only antipsychotic I took that seemed to not give me side effects. Although SCID discredited the idea of me having a psychotic disorder, it's as though my mind's eye gets too overwhelmed without them, life in the big city is loud, and I get bombarded with the imagination. I am certain my "condition" is a gift, but good luck convincing a psychiatrist of that - it makes me sick my health has to suffer no matter what I do, because these drugs are really hard on the body. I beg God to help me get off them someday, if I can ever know a mind's eye that is still. In the meantime, I must discuss this with my GP when I talk to him soon about the lab results.
Shadows are much less now, God feels closer, at least - I still feel a fatigue, a strain, and sometimes I feel like I am dying, but according to kundalini studies, it can feel strange at certain levels of development. I just wish I knew where to find a specialist to open up to about all this - I doubt I will find one, and if I did, I would probably not be able to afford them. Doctors in Toronto don't seem to know what kundalini is, it's insane how I can go to a crystal shop, and "Becky" knows what I'm talking about, but a doctor is clueless - this seems to be the standard. It's problematic, because it might lead to overanalyzing a client, which has happened to me repeatedly, and was not corrected for over a decade and a half.
If I have a gifted brain, I just hope these horrible drugs haven't iatrogenically harmed me beyond repair, and that Western ignorance didn't destroy my potential. (I also suffer as an artist on antipsychotics, and life feels stale.) Things seem bleak when I think about this too much - if I am a wasted mystic, I beg not to care, it's all I can do while I try to sort everything out.
I wish I knew a better life.
-Saraƒin