Normally, I feel pretty good. People describe me as "calm" and "even-tempered." I can handle things.
Right now, about 50 percent of the time (60? 75 percent?) I feel like I'm going to scream, cry, or punch a wall. This is not good.
The way I've been describing it to people is that when the meds are working well, I feel like there is a layer between me and the world. A buffer. A membrane. It keeps me from reacting harshly to every little thing. But right now: there is no buffer. And it's not pretty.
What's somewhat comforting (although somewhat not) is that women on the breast cancer discussion boards describe feeling this way just from the Tamoxifen. And I also have the triptorelin and the Celexa to contend with. Jeez....