this is precisely why I have avoided medication for so long. I feel like garbage.
I don’t care for it.
I am devoid of life, emotion, interest, and I am completely nauseous.
The psych ward was quite nice, though. I now count myself 10 times richer- that being the number of friends I made over the weekend. 10 people who I would never have picked out of a crowd, who I will probably never see again, and who all shared many tender moments with me.
Grandma died on Sunday morning. I had my 7 minute phone call, and used it to call my parents to let them know that I was fine, I hadn’t made an attempt to harm myself, and that my Husband was not responsible for turning me insane. Mom broke the news, I cried, and then had to hang up and pass the phone to the next person in line. What a way to work through some grief. At least I was very prepared for it.
I’ll be on my way to the SLC in the next few days.