did it get any better?
Well I spent six days in the "looney bin" as my "loving daughter" refers to it.
When she is drinking she lets her true feelings come out. she pretends to support me but she really is very angry at me. she says she hates me...I don't doubt it.
I take my meds and feel and act like a zombie. I would rather have the voices and visions.more like energy residuals instead of actually seeing people. they are not scary. I know other people can't see them although they are there.....I still have thoughts of suicide. constant thoughts. my daughter does not help. telling me they would be better off without me in the long run.
Of course I would call my doctor before it gets to that point. Sometimes I wish I were truly selfish so I could be done with it all
I dont thiink thinkgs are better at all. just drugged to the core.
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