How my heart murmurs
I was in the mental hospital for five days recently because I was so depressed I cried for 22 hours out of the 24 that make a day. At the time I did not want to go at all but my husband has been through so much that I was unsure how much more he could take before abandoning me like an unwanted kitten; regretfully but with the firm resolve that he was doing the right thing.
How Very Selfish We Are.
Now I am all sorts of medicated. It's nice to not feel things, or, at least to not feel things with such overwhelming intensity.
I will survive to not fight another day.
Also am attending Intensive Outpatient Therapy three times a week at times that are entirely inconvenient for my our schedule. In a way I enjoy these excursions into "Man these other people are at least as fucked up as I am if not more" land but at the end of the day I just want my god damned medication.
My doctor is the most successful one in the st. louis area (which means I don't matter much to him). Still he is a good enough fellow. Search youtube for Azfar Malik. Really, do it. There.
On that note Imma go take some more pills and perhaps play with my new computer. It's quite spiffy!
How Very Selfish We Are.
Now I am all sorts of medicated. It's nice to not feel things, or, at least to not feel things with such overwhelming intensity.
I will survive to not fight another day.
Also am attending Intensive Outpatient Therapy three times a week at times that are entirely inconvenient for my our schedule. In a way I enjoy these excursions into "Man these other people are at least as fucked up as I am if not more" land but at the end of the day I just want my god damned medication.
My doctor is the most successful one in the st. louis area (which means I don't matter much to him). Still he is a good enough fellow. Search youtube for Azfar Malik. Really, do it. There.
On that note Imma go take some more pills and perhaps play with my new computer. It's quite spiffy!