Paxil Free

Tuesday, October 31st, 2000. A journal entry:

I woke up this morning around 4:00am with a clarity of mind that I would describe as unusual. I’d fallen asleep in the living room/rec room while watching a TV show I had on tape. I picked myself up and walked to my bedroom. I didn’t go back to sleep right away though; it wasn’t in me.

I lay there wrapped in the blankets thinking. My body didn’t feel wide awake, but my mind was going on a ride. One thing would lead to another, and then another, and I’d say this went on for at least two or three hours.

There were so many thoughts — some to do with my own philosophy of things, arguing my way through it so I could clearly stand behind what I was saying. The thoughts were so clear and strong and well worked out that I doubt they will fade from my consciousness any time soon. I was able to find some peace in all of it. A peace of mind, and of heart and soul, that is hard to come by in the condition I’m in.

I’m down to about 2.5mg of Paxil a day, with at least 0.5mg of Xanax to take the edge off. I don’t know how I’m going to feel once I’m completely off the stuff.

Today is Tuesday. By this weekend I’m hoping to be off it completely. That won’t mean the end of the withdrawal. But that’ll be it for the pills.