three-hundred & fifty.
"I know that she's somewhere underneath, but I don't know how to find her."
This week has been very strange. For a while, I was convinced my medication was working, and now I'm entirely sure it isn't, but I can't up my dosage unless my doctor tells me to. It's been a lot easier to cry lately, to feel completely wretched and sorry for myself. I don't know what to do anymore, because this is my fourth attempted medication. And I feel like every action is against me, and the anxiety has been kicking in like mad, and I broke my promise to my doctor.
Can I do this until June?
I can't stop looking at it, and it's upsetting me.
And my best friend probably doesn't want to be my best friend anymore.