Yesterday, I lost the battle. At least on my own anyway. Don’t worry though, this story has a happy ending.
It was late friday night, I reached my hand into the little bottle to get the last “anxiety” pill before my next refill. It squished into powder. Drat. I can’t take it now. I keep the bottle on the sink so a little bit of water must have gotten in and destroyed my last pill. Drat again.
I figured I’d just get a refill the next day, but life happened and before I know it, it’s been three days since I’ve been able to refill my medication.
Then Monday hits. And it hits hard.
If you suffer from any kind of mental illness you know what I mean. You try really hard to make it through the day but underneath all appearances you’re losing the battle. Continue reading