My mom didn't like me very much, and when I was growing up I had mono, migraines, and even a broken bone and we didn't find out until she took my brother to the doctor for the same thing and suggested he got the mono from me (tested me, and I was positive), suggested migraines might run in the family to which my mother responded "maybe that's why pterasaur is such a bitch sometimes". I fell out of a ski lift as a kid and broke my tail bone, didn't know about it until i was an adult and went on my own to the doctor because my hips had been bothering me.

These days I get scotomas and hemanopia unilaterally with my migraines, I'm really glad that didn't happen to me as a kid because my mom probably would have let me think I was insane. When I was a teenager she took me to the psychiatrist because I was "such a bitch" and they put me on lexapro. Over the course of 6 months they increased my dosage to 50mg. I started to hallucinate on a daily basis. I heard voices that would tell me they loved me, and once voice that seemed like god would narrate my life. I got increasingly confused, I had a hard time keeping assignments for school straight and remembering what day it was. I noticed I had goosebumps all the time and felt really sweaty. I could feel my heart beat in my neck and got really tired after walking short distances. I had diarrhea for about a month. I told the psychiatrist and she prescribed me a sedative. I remember going home and looking at the sedative and saying.. fuck this, I didn't have these problems before all these pills. I just quit taking them one day and didn't tell anyone. I kept going to the psychiatrist and told her the sedative had fixed everything right up and told my mom I felt much better.

Withdrawals sucked quite a bit, but looking back on it that decision may well have saved my life, as I had quite a few symptoms of serotonin syndrome.