Appears as though *distraction* time is over now for the weekend...now the darkness settles around me. I can feel my breathing quicken, I can feel my thoughts begin to overwhelm. The voices inside my head become louder and louder. The car has moved from 0-80 already tonight...and once 90 hits - I will crash into a brick wall and a borderline ranting, complete with SI and alcohol and OD of ativan and klonopin is sure to ensue...
And what the hell is up with the stupid mail-order prescription plans anyway? You dispense a clinically depressed, suicidal, self-injurious, PTSD borderline patient a 90 day supply of sleeping pills and 2 different kinds of anti-anxiety meds?
And they claim that I'M the crazy one....
Grace, I hope you did okay last night?
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