There is, in fact, no cure for Emilyitus.

I'm a little crazy. Ok, I'm a lot crazy. I've always been under the impression that there without a doubt must be something wrong with me. Completely incomplete. Like there was always something missing.  I always feel as if there is a floodgate of thoughts pouring into my neurotic brain, and I can't keep up. My thoughts are always so jumbled and overwhelming. I find myself regularly stuck in my own thoughts.
Some time ago, I decided that I must find a cure. To cure my brain. You name it, I took it. Abilify, Cymbalta, Zoloft, Lexapro, Lithium, and various others,(Those drugs are nothing but pharmaceutical money maker pills, and serve no benefit to the actual consumer, by the way.) to only feel more insane than I felt originally. How discomforting.

One day, while I was in the midst of taking an assortment of these mind game pills, I had an epiphany. These pills were in no way helping me. In fact, the only thing they were doing was poisoning my completely functional brain with drugs it most certainly did not need. I realized that I was completely avoiding and dismissing the fact that my brain was going to be a little screwed up giving my current life situations and struggles that I was attempting to live through. I was subconsciously trying to avoid the fact that there were things I needed to work out with my self, and blamed my problems on my brain, and in result turned to medication to fix me.

So, just like that I quit taking the pills. All at once, cold turkey. Never in my life have I felt so physically miserable. I was shaky, sweaty, dizzy, and experienced what are commonly called "brain zaps". I was miserable. I think that physical illness really made me realize what I was ingesting was doing to my brain. How dependent of these drugs my brain had become. When I could barely stand up or walk without getting a brain zap, which is more painful than it sounds, made it quite obvious that these drugs had been nothing but bad news for me. This awful withdrawl stage lasted several days. It sucked.

I haven't taken a mental health drug since. I have come to terms that I'm strange. And that's ok. I still get lost in my thoughts. I still get overwhelmed from my thoughts. I still think way too deeply and over analyze everything. I still suffer from having my thoughts and how I think being polar opposite from what I actually say or do. My words still don't come out right. I'm a way better person in my head than I am out loud. But you know, that must just be who I am and may always be. There is no cure to Emilyitus.