The other day I had a bit of a setback I guess. Had a lot of mood swings. Mostly alternating between anger and sadness. Anyway, it led me to take a bunch of semi-random pills. I slept in and out for quite a while after that, unable to really do much of anything.
Am I feeling better now? Not really. Am I happy about what I did? No. Did I intend to take enough to kill me? … I can’t actually answer that… Either way, I was talked down by a very good friend to only taking 2 flexiril and a couple of the other various pain killers and mild muscle relaxers.
I woke up. I’m still alive. People tell me that’s a good thing, but my decision on that has yet to be made…