Saturday, 9 April 2011

Citalopram Nights

The label reads 'Take one tablet daily just before bed'. This little yellow pill sure packs a punch. It keeps the dark clouds away. It also makes me sleep every night. I drift into Slumberland where I dream weird and wonderful things, so vivid I can remember the smallest detail. For a few hours, this pill makes me forget, it takes me to new and exciting places where anything is possible. Waking in the morning is a difficult process. I am wrenched from my slumber like being forced from one world into another. As I enter the real word, the world of now, reality begins to enter my mind and memory begins its painful entry back into my mind. Oh take me back to my Slumberland, where I am safe from the present, where I can be anything and do anything. There's a short time window when the recollection of a dream are vivid. If I'm lucky, I am able to capture them. If not, they vanish just like a fading roll of film. Some dreams are so vivid and leave such an impression, they seem to last forever, just like events in the 'real' world. This little yellow pill does its work in the conscious and the unconscious. Once awke, I feel as if fell into bed a few hours ago after a heavy drinking session. I feel rough, really rough. I feel I could slip back into Slumberland so easily. I must not close my eyes. Summoning the effort to move is difficult. My body seems to be several seconds behind my mind - the two aren't yet synchronised. After about half-an-hour, I'm functioning 'normally'. whatever that is. The real benefit of Citalopram is seen during the day. Has it helped me? Yes, most definitely. It keeps me away from the edge and helps me to stay in control. Is it the perfect solution? No. I still think the same things, it's just the effects of those things that are changed. It helps others to know that things are under control. Citalopram is a badge that tells others my speed is limited to 50 mph. It's an anti-surge device, a thermostat. It regulates and prevents me from going bang. It's my guardian during the day and my weaver of magical dreams at night. My Citalopram.

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