Day 38: Talking to No One
Saturday, October 14th, 2000. A journal entry:
I’m halfway through weaning myself off the Paxil. My life isn’t my own, and I might be dead by Xmas. (Yeah, I’m feeling great.)
The psychiatrist I’ve been seeing is supervising my withdrawal from the Paxil. That’s all he’s doing. As far as talking to him, I get nothing from it. He’s an academic with few insights into anything. He doesn’t seem to have a natural grasp of the kind of person I am. I wish I’d gotten someone who actually talks back with something to say. I think I could pick a random person off the street to act as my therapist and get as much benefit from it.