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I was discharged from the hospital earlier today. The doctors figured out that a recently-added medication was the culprit this time around. It has been a few days since I last took it, and I am starting to feel like I am getting back to my normal self.

Medication can be such a goddamn minefield sometimes. Even the best of doctors cannot predict how a person will react to it if that person has never taken anything like it before.

Thanks to all of you for your support during this difficult time.

I hope you were able to use your sick time.

I'm glad you feel better.

I am glad that you feel better too.

Me too.

Glad to hear you are out of the hospital. Glad you are starting to feel better.

Yesterday, I visited both my psychiatrist and my therapist.

My psychiatrist decided to increase my dosage of Effexor, which is not that big of a surprise. He was quite worried about what I did a little over a week ago.

My therapist responded to that incident by challenging me. He pointed out that I spend most of my free time seeking out stimulation and fleeting pleasures, and that I was living the life of an overactive consumer. Being an overactive consumer is not a very happy existence, since I try to find meaning in empty stimulation and fleeting pleasures. He strongly suggested that I make it a point to get outside of my own head and try to help other people around me without expecting a reward or any acknowledgement. For I am a man who has not found his purpose in the world around him, and living without a sense of meaning or purpose is what drove me to try to hang myself a little over a week ago.