I wish tomorrow was Wednesday. I want to go to hospital again to dr to sort out my f***ed up mind. take new meds to kill my gloom and the radio …
or do I really want that? do I want to suffer with it for the glory of mankind? must I come off meds again and be a martyr offering up my suffering for the salvation of mankind?
but how will I live without meds? hubby needs me. or actually maybe he doesn’t… he can get another wife. but if I go to a group home they’d require I take my meds. if I don’t I’d be homeless on the streets…scary that…
where the hell do I belong? I’m an anomaly…