So, I have some mild good news. I bought a pill splitter and started cutting my Abilify and Klonopin in half and taking them with my Prozac. This has been somewhat helpful.
I’ve found some people are mysteriously much more sensitive to drugs than others. Consult with your doctor, but I’ve seen people cut the smallest available doses of psychoactive drugs into quarters with good results. Finding the right dosage for you sometimes involves trial and error – and again, consult with your doctor throughout this process.
This is the kind of thing I should be worried about more than my selfish, stupid bullshit.
IMO, from what you wrote, your level of worry about your grandfather seems higher than average. The fact that you have your own life to deal with doesn’t make you a worse person. It just makes you a person.
I secretly like sleeping more than I think that I should, because it’s my best respite from my mind and my problems.
Dealing with mental illness is exhausting. Some people have a much harder time getting a break from it than you. From that point of view, your ability to get a respite through sleep is fortunate. And at least to some degree healthy.
Sorry for the rambling. Just wanted to vent a little. Progress is a dangerous mistress. For all I’ve accomplished, I feel like there’s still so much further to go. And that’s not counting my REAL problems; being a 30 year-old virgin living with my parents working a dead-end job. I need to work on THAT too, and I’m desperately running from it.
I agree you don’t suffer from lack of things to worry about. But I suggest that you can trim the list a bit by trying not to worry so much about not being worried enough, and trying not to worry so much about enjoying escaping your worries 😉