Well kids, what have we learned in the past 24 hours?
That I can make bad, bad decisions.
As I mentioned before, I decided that I didn’t want to take my medication. So I didn’t. For two days.
Last night I went to bed slightly dizzy….cause that’s what happens when you decide to suddenly stop psych meds. I turned out the lights for approximately .2 seconds and my brain started to wig the hell out. I started to panic. I kept thinking I saw things. I tried to turn out the lights twice then gave up. I slept with the lights on. Well sorta slept…as much as one can with a glaring overhead light in ones face. I was scared enough to want to take my meds, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to open the bedroom door where it was dark.
So now I’m exhausted, I’m dizzy, and I’m supposed to be at work in an hour. I don’t know if its going to happen.
And what worries me?
I still don’t want to take my meds.