Couldn't get an appointment with my doctor until next Tuesday.
I think I'm really starting to get to a place where my mind can be molded. I dono. Could be wrong though. I'd love to feel some agency and actively take part in some sort of rewiring process, but there is also this whisper in my sub and regular conscious that tells me that no matter what, the past must be processed. Damage needs to be healed on its own.
No matter what, I'm going to give my new med its full due. At least a month. If anything, it may help alleviate the sharper edges of the pain.
The highest hope is that it'll speed up the process by forming new pathways instead of healing the old. I'm very much tired of the current routine, though I also believe that no matter what, I'll get through this. Improvements are constantly taking place. There is only forward momentum, even though the valleys are still there.
There is another mode of thought that I entertain that thinks the valleys are tolls for forward momentum. Enduring a valley allows me to travel further down the wooded path. This line of thinking believes that pain is a prerequisite for healing. But the idea of adding an SSRI indulges in the hope that the pain can now be avoided by introducing a new agent. That my brain is now fertile ground for the new, and that the old can slip away much faster.
I so badly want to build the new man. I'm fuggin sick of the past, though I'm also open to the processing of said past will always be essential in order to acquire complete freedom from the withdrawals.
One thing I want to note is that my libido has never been higher. It's still corrupted by porn-y tastes I developed through binging, but libido is libido. Feeling desire is wonderful.