Monthly Archives: January 2019

Crossed Up

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Low Libido? No worries! Late Friday Night hangs and impromptu shoot with the one and only Viv. Dark, blurry and most of all grainy set of shots in my photo folio: http://www.justinfoxphoto.com/stories#/crossed-up/

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Skate and Died

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Chicken legs, no power, no balance, nothing…

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Skate Park 1 – Justin Fox 0

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Thanks but no thanks

Thanks (but in some way no thanks) to all of the people who have been reaching out in private over the past few weeks. I’m sorry (not really sorry) that I haven’t been picking up your calls.

I’ve got my mum and Dianne is living with me and she’s been taking care of me for the last week and will be here for another week too.

Asking me if R U OK? is NOT real, or suggesting I get some exercise or catch up for a beer is part of the issue. If you know me at all you would know I out talk pretty much everyone, and I have absolutely no issues in talking (it’s more about doing in any case, right?!).

I’ve just spent a good hour and a half talking to Caryn, my first love of 7 years. She’s legit the best. As Aussie and a true Byron Bay hippie you’d ever meet. And quite simply I couldn’t commit to children at the time and that’s what split us apart.

During the call I yapped on about all the shit that matters to me right now, the feeling of being bullied as I seem to get banned off every social media platform these days for sharing something real and trying to make a difference, but in reality a lot of it doesn’t make sense to her in sunny Byron Bay…

Dianne and I have tried to spend serious time on trying to figure out exactly why I feel like ending it all, why I feel so so so so so tired of it all, and in the end I feel like I’m more frustrated than depressed.

In regards to weed. I’ve been smoking it since high school. In high school I was one of the few Asians in my class and I copped racist crap daily. It got to a point where in year 12 I literally set up my art canvas in the stairwell, jigged classes and painted whilst the rest of the school were in Latin class or some shit. When the bell rang kids would stream past me and see some weird little Asian dude painting hot chicks on a canvas with his bare hands.

In reality I smoked weed throughout my entire professional career as a graphic designer running my own agency (2 in fact). I created Australian INfront high as a kite. I spoke at Semi-Permanent for 1 hour in front of 3,000 people stoned, I created JDMST and ZEN Garage totally stoned too. Everything you guys have ever seen from me was created stoned.

Anyways, since taking these antidepressants (which I know in my gut were never going to be right for me) I haven’t at all been able to get it up (lol?). I wake up every morning with a dead dick… It’s just not right. I’ve tried wanking to all sorts of porn, nothing worked. I’ve also had a lady friend try to help out and again, nothing but embarrassment and feelings of emasculation (which in reality is legit making me even more depressed).

I’ve lost my appetite (I literally can only eat one meal a day). I also can’t shit on this stuff. It’s blocked my bowels up pretty bad and I find myself sitting on the toilet forcing it out daily now.

Is this shit better than weed? I mean, these pills are meant to balance out my head, inject serotonin or some shit. Why not give me an ecstasy tablet every morning instead?! That’s for sure going to do more than this crap.

End of the day my mind is not at all made up. Truthfully told I know I have ADHD and I’ve inadvertently been self medicating myself with weed which has allowed me to achieve everything I wanted to achieve in life (and more). I’ve committed to seeing my psychiatrist on Monday. I’m really fucking killing my mum and I know it and I am asking for help.

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Antidepressants and the Placebo Effect

I’m on day 6 without weed. I can’t sleep. I am sweating profusely (literally wetting the bed with sweat every time I lay down) and I’ve coughed up a lot of hard, dark chunky deep down mucus which has actually made the biggest change as I had a little wheezing in my breathing before, and now I can take super deep breaths without any of that wheezing tickling my throat.

It’s not all been good though; on day 2 I had a huge fight with a friend who came over to pick up a few things. She left crying as I absolutely hammered her for no reason at all. I then kinda lost it and lunged for my medication and swallowed a whole handful of pills just to prove they do nothing at all, and yup, they did nothing at all…

I have moments of hopefulness, but generally speaking I don’t care. I’ve watched a LOT of Intervention shows this past week. It’s awesome that not all these people make it through rehab. I’d say it’s about 50/50. Some come back clean, healthy and on their way to a new life, some others relapse the very next day (and I’m totally OK with that).

I realise that I lost my shit last year in regards to any sort of balance with marijuana. 420 is about taking a smoke a 4.20PM and NOT at 4.20AM, which is what I’ve been doing daily for most of last year (and even the year before that) this has ultimately fucked me over as I’ve obviously lost any sort of balance with weed in my life.

I’m starting to think that I’m depressed about depression, but I’m willing to still try to make these antidepressants work as it’s obviously working for a lot of people out there (some people have mentioned they feel like a zombie on the drugs I’m prescribed right now but I swear I don’t feel a thing).

I have another appointment with Dr. Hyde next week. I’m going to have to get him to watch that Jordan Peterson clip I posted in my last post (where he states that the medication that he was given had a humongous affect on him). I have no doubt that I need stronger stuff for sure, give me the fucking A-bomb, if he doesn’t give me something that works I’m going to call it. I’m out.

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Blank Canvas

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Dianne bought me this blank canvas. Isn’t it amazing?! It’s the best gift I’ve received in a long time. I have it set up in the lounge room, and I just take glances at it throughout the day. It’s super inspiring. Not sure what I’m going to paint, but that’s part of the fun!

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Hammer > Bong

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Filth.

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Over it…

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Facebook banned me again?!?! The day I choose to go cold turkey too. Fucking so over it. This Politically Correct/censorship culture is changing the world, this is happening right now, it’s happening in real time.

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Antidepressants

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These are the meds I’m on. When I first caught up with my GP he told me that since I had been feeling the way I’ve been feeling for over 6 months, medication was the only way for me to get better. I was of the mindset that I wouldn’t ever need antidepressants. Much like religion, I thought antidepressants were more for weaker people (and that I was strong enough to tackle anything in life), but last year I watched this video of Dr. Jordan B Peterson (a Professor of Psychology and clinical psychologist) openly admit that he uses (and needs) antidepressants in order to function, well that video primed me to say OK to my GP and here we are.

Efexor-XR is for depression. My GP started me on a small dose initially. I decided against doing any online research about the drug and instead just started dunking them, if anything having a pill a day was creating some sort of “routine” in my life. I was super curious to see if I could feel any effects, but to be honest, all I felt was drowsiness. Some days I thought I felt better, but I was leaning more towards that it was a placebo than the medication.

A few weeks in I found out that a friend of mine was on the same drug, but she was given a MUCH bigger dose to begin with, that prompted me to book in to see a psychologist. The psychologist I got was fucked. A plank of wood. So dead. I doubt she even had a pulse. My Mum then found what she thought was a good psychiatrist. Dr Hyde… with that name how could I not?!

Turns out Dr. Hyde is a really likeable guy. I spilt the beans (it’s not getting easier to tell this mess of a story as it always changes depending on my current mood) and based on his assessment he ruled a few things out, but then prescribed me to Quetiapine Sandoz, a drug prescribed for Bipolar disorder and Schizophrenia. He started me on a very small dose, and suggested that over the following few months that I up it myself if I felt like I needed to (as I’m on a very low safe dose to begin with). This drug makes me a lot drowsier than the Efexor, but it’s meant to be taken at night so all good.

So despite “going” slow with this medication I’m still not sure about how exactly it’s working, and how it’s helping me. I’ve caught myself singing out loud on some mornings, might seem little to you, but that’s been pretty huge for me. Speaking of music, music is part of my daily life again and I’m loving that. I’ve stopped having suicidal thoughts, and I can’t be sure the drugs have had anything to do with that, or not, but for now I’m just going with it as I seem to be getting better by the day.

PS: I’m still smoking weed daily but the aim is not to. My intake has gone from $300/week (IE: comatose) to smoking nothing but keif the past few months. I’m sure my weed addiction has a lot to do with everything, and going cold turkey (then rehab if I fail) is the aim for now.

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