Continuing to reduce my dosage is improving my physical issues – however the nausea is still quite bad and I seem to be craving sweet things. Strange really, but had a real craving for rhubarb and custard boiled sweets. Oh and potato. I like potato anyway but craving it is a bit weird for me.

And today I’m shattered, tired beyond belief. My eyes keep drooping, and it’s a real effort to speak to anyone. I can manage a few animated minutes, then have to break for a rest and hope no-one’s looking and then pull on my ‘Mask’ again. Exhausting. I’m hoping it’s just a side effect of the withdrawals… But then again, I didn’t sleep very well at all last night, and when I did it was the same old surreal nightmares. Situations I don’t recognise with people I do, or places I do recognise with people I don’t. Even dreamt I was going to be a Catholic Priest in 1600 England. My brain is plain weird.

Feeling a bit melancholy, which is just annoying. I hate feeling melancholy (yes yes I know, who DOES? But some people enjoy to wallow – I do NOT.) feel like I could just cry and cry. Then again, maybe that’s what I need? Sometimes a good cry does the world of good, gets rid of that excess penned up emotion. That’s sorted then, shower and cry when I get home! HAH what a strange thing to look forward to? Well, I’m actually looking forward to the ‘release’ of emotion. To relax, to drop the mask.

Overall though, i’m getting there, another week or so and I think I should be able to finish the tabs entirely. I have no head swims, no paresthesia, the dry mouth is improving, and my skin is feeling much better too. Thanks Duloxetine, you’ve helped my mind no end, but, my body sees things differently, so it’s nearly time to consign you to the depths of the toilet flush…