asleep by 02hrs00, as planned. out of bed, 15hrs30 as dreaded.
It’s been nearly eight full weeks since I took my last Cymbalta and it seems Lilly’s vengeance for denying their coffers the revenue is to manifest a replay of every pain, ache and depressed moment accumulated over a lifetime; with amplification.
If there was ever a benefit to taking Cymbalta, regardless of the grandeur of its promise, it could never be commensurate to the price. If the cost was mere blood, I’d gratefully pay the piper and move on, considerably wiser. As it is, the price continues to be extracted in currencies of time and a quantum quality of life. There are somewhat tangible issues around efficiencies and the lack of achievement though these can be discounted when compared to the horrendous costs associated with the interpersonal effects of this experience and how it has taken us away from the people and places in our lives.
Sure, it’s important to let the people we love, know that we love them when we leave them, of course. Fate and circumstance can and do conspire and we’d want to be certain they know how we feel about them. The idea that we have been moved to a different dimension of existence, while attempting to heal some other malady, is difficult to reconcile and impossible to explain.
Pain, discomfort, alienation. How is it that elected governments are able to enable a corporation like Lilly, one that has already demonstrated a willingness to trade corporate integrity and human safety in exchange for profitability, to continue and expand this travesty? Is it simply that power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely i.e. money talks, everything else walks?
For anyone looking for more empathy on the web, among the many forums of support for Cymbalta victims, there is one that is particularly well constructed http://www.cymbaltawithdrawal.com/