I have forgotten my medication for the past 2 days and lately the effects are a lot less forgiving than before.
The nightmares have me waking up in a cold sweat full of fear. The days drag on and in them comes anxiety that grips my insides…moments that have me frozen in a state of insurmountable panic. I stare off in a daze until it passes.
I’ve somehow managed to drive home completely unaware of how I did it.
But…I can only blame myself for forgetting something I can’t live normally without.
What I wanted, frankly, was someone who would argue me out of the things that I was thinking. -Agatha Christie, The Pale Horse
…As I take this pill I also take with it the fear that my life is inextricably tied to it.
It’s as much a part of my life as anything could be and I’m bitterly grateful.
Cheers…
The lights all faded 