I have been taking psycho pharmaca for about six months, getting nothing more than lots of side effects and a great lack of feelings. At least so I thought. After a few days of withdrawal symptoms I got grief back, which I did not know I was "missing". I got hit of that pitch black pith of deep sorrow that consumes all. The endless feeling that nothing will ever be right again. There is a big, black whole sucking in energy, knocking the air out of me.

That is how I feel now. Tomorrow there is a funeral.