Being on crazy meds is funny sometimes. When you get attacked, verbally at least, you think to yourself, “I should be really upset right now.” But you’re not. You are still in the moment, you are still grasping what the other person is saying, you are consciously understanding that they are mad at you, rightfully or wrongfully, but you… kinda…don’t… care.
Because, before, when someone attacked, your stomach would explode. Your throat would get tight. You would obsess over every word said to the point of a migraine.
Now, calm thoughts.
That’s not to say nothing ever bothers you. Or that you don’t get mad. Or freaked out.
And I am guessing the person who attacked me yesterday was underwhelmed with my lack of response.
But *I* at least, was pretty damn happy about it.