I feel like I'm just running away from myself. I started Seroquel a few months ago after finally going to a psychiatrist and it stopped all of my symptoms over night. At first, it was great to finally have relief. But about a month after, I crashed. It just never felt right. For my entire life I've felt so strongly, so to have it all pulled away was such a shock. It really shook me and the feeling hasn't gone away. When I'm running around I can ignore it. Outside me hasn't changed but inside me feels gone. So I've been doing my best to always be somewhere, doing something. I never want to go home anymore. Most days, I'm fine. But when I'm alone, I feel empty. I spend my days just trying to fill myself up. My therapist says this is normal and should even out and that I'll start to accept and get used to this deafened way of feeling. When I brought this up to my psychiatrist, he only told me that it was better than my life before and that I should be grateful. I feel guilty for feeling this way but I can't seem to shake it. I just miss me, however fucked up that person was, I miss me.