Brace yourself.
Because this is for all of the late night rambling, the frustrated ranting, the typing through tears and the getting it off my chest that only a mostly-anonymous journal can offer.
I'm a twenty-one-year-old female. My name is Lynnie. I live with my boyfriend-of-almost-three-years, Andrew.
The reason I can't sleep? I haven't been taking my morning prescriptions for several weeks. That's three different medications I've been missing. Two for anxiety and depression, and one for keeping my sorry, sleepy ass awake for more than a few hours at a time. I was diagnosed with G.A.D. and panic disorder when I was fifteen. The depression sort of comes part and parcel, and tends to manifest itself as a deep desire to not do shit-all, and to be asleep all of the goddamn time. Oh, and sometimes I cry for no reason.
Without my meds, right now, I'm a giant ball of nerves just waiting to snap. And simultaneously, a frustratingly apathetic lazy bastard.
Soooo.The reason I'm not taking my meds? I've forgotten what it's like to have a sex drive.
Also, I'm a virgin. Try that on for size.
AND. So is my boyfriend. My live-in, loving, fantastically amazing boyfriend and I have not had sex.
Seriously, I told you to brace yourself. This is just the introduction.