I had a nightmare last night. Both my sister-in-law and my younger brother were dying. I awoke after giving my sister-in-law a kiss as she lay there on her death bed. Upon awakening I was struck with grief for my dead brother as fresh as the day he died. I wept out loud and spoke to him.
I don’t think of him often. I don’t know why.
The night before I had a dream with him in it. He was healthy and back from the dead. That dream didn’t trigger any painful feelings.
I’m waiting for the agony of the last Risperdal taper to go away and it’s not. I suffer horrible withdrawal symptoms before my evening dose.
Also, I can pretty much call myself homebound now due to the chronic fatigue this withdrawal has caused. I’m trying to accept my new, limited life. It’s not so new really, but it is finally sinking in. This is going to be the way it is for a while.