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I woke up in a drug haze in the middle of the night the other night. Everyone was asleep and I didn’t have any idea when they had all gone to bed. I was scared, but I didn't want to wake anyone up because they deserve to not have to deal with me.
I'm afraid of going back to that crazy place my mind went. I remember all the things I said and thoroughly believed. It's like watching a horror movie of someone who looks like me and sounds like me but can't possibly be me. Except it is me.
I'm probably not making much sense. It's taken me days to write this because I either fall asleep in the middle or I just can't figure out what I'm trying to say. I hate this medication.
I'm afraid of going back to that crazy place my mind went. I remember all the things I said and thoroughly believed. It's like watching a horror movie of someone who looks like me and sounds like me but can't possibly be me. Except it is me.
I'm probably not making much sense. It's taken me days to write this because I either fall asleep in the middle or I just can't figure out what I'm trying to say. I hate this medication.