One year ago. That was the last time I consumed alcohol. I didn't have a terrible hangover the next day, but I remembered that I probably shouldn't have driven home as "tipsy" as I was, which lead me to remembering all of the many times I could barely remember how I got home. It was… Continue reading The First Year.
Medication is a way of life for me. I take three in the morning, one in the afternoon, and two at night. Don't get me wrong, I take them because they keep me balanced, but it's a constant reminder every time my alarm goes off that I'm stuck with this illness. But that's just the… Continue reading Pharmacies and Falling Back.
Things have been a bit rocky. I had this dream the other night that I was desperately looking for help. I was desperately looking for someone to beg for help because I was breaking down and I wasn't going to make it on my own. Except in the dream I couldn't get my words out.… Continue reading Why Can’t Anybody Hear Me?
By the grace of God my psychiatrist had a cancellation this week and I was able to move my appointment up two weeks. I walked in, sat down and explained what has been going on and how I have been feeling. He listened attentively and when I was done he asked a very simple question, "At… Continue reading Currently looking for Sarah, BRB