So the day before yesterday was the first day I FELT like I was off meds. I had random anxiety all. night. long. then the next day I woke up and it wasn’t gone, and i hadn’t seen my bf in a week and it was his day off and I had physical therapy for four hours. I didn’t want to go to pt. I cried for 30 minutes, he wanted me to go. augh. He said it’s good for me to go, I didn’t care much, then I asked him to walk me to the bus stop before I realized that was a HUGE Step backwards for me, so I went by myself.
(I used to make him walk me everywhere, sit at my school and wait for me, wait for me at my work, etc) Cuz I couldn’t just DO things. So I figured I didn’t want to go backwards and I”m going to have to find better ways to deal with ‘the crazies’ when they rear their heads. So I left, by myself, sucked it up, and got on with my day. The rest of my day was great.
Sunshine and Rage 