LETTER TO MY DEAR READERS
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Hawk TV Room:
Since writing the poem “No Ativan” I have had to take it for severe sleep deprivation following the too hasty removal of a tranquillizer named Clonazepam which I had been taking to fend off the withdrawal effects of quitting the drug My Husband is now calling “Evil” — Olanzapine. Along with coming to terms that not only was Olanzapine making me psychotic for eighteen years, the drugs I was taking after my mother died in 1993 were also making me psychotic and resulted in a twenty-three year romantic fixation on another doctor — the realization of this has just come to me today. What I thought was true love in my mind, based on a “telepathic message” and a “magical moment” with this particular man, was nothing more than my mind’s own trickery due to anti-depressants I was taking at the time and which induced a manic episode I wrote about and held to my heart for all these years. I am no longer doing this. It is a great relief.
Thank you for telling us this. I realise that while it may be easier to have this out front, it is also a difficult matter to share. All the best for the next stretch of your journey.
Thank you for your support, Lifecameos. I greatly value your readership.
Thank you. All the best.
you are in my prayers
Thank you very much, Paul. I believe in the power of prayer.
I swear you’re one of the most honest people I’ve ever encountered. Definitely praying for you in the midst of this new realization. 🙂
Your comment is very valuable to me, D.J. My mother told me “never lie to your mother,” when I was eight and she found a Clark Bar in my bedside drawer which I had stolen from the A & P.