This place seems to be my bad-news dumping ground.

Aug 05, 2007 00:28

i wasn't trying to kill myself. i just wanted to sleep... to get away from my worries. that meant taking sleeping pills. but just one didn't work. two didn't work. three didn't work...
fwee stopped me from taking more. and she got me to the emergency room. they wanted to keep me there a while, but fwee and virgil promised to watch over me and take care of me... so i don't "hurt" myself. em was there, too. i really appreciated her coming along. funny, em was the one that sat in the back seat of the buick with me... you'd think a worried fwee would.
they set me up on an antidepressant and an anti-anxiety medication. they aren't quite enough, but they keep me moving. i have an appointment with a new psychiatrist on wednesday. hopefully this one doesn't take me off the meds i need and put me on meds i don't need.

jeremy broke up with me on wednesday. i'm glad he waited until i got help.
i'm going to miss him.
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