I was fucking okay. I was so fucking okay for a while. I did well. I was able to take care of school, to take care of my life. I was feeling good. I was happy. I didn’t want to hurt myself. I liked my life, I liked myself.
……… until my meds stopped working.
So, here we go again with chronic insomnia.
Fuck. Fucking fuck. I’m not sure if I can handle this again.
And I can’t get a doctors appointment ‘till two months from now ‘cause they’re so damn busy
do you fucking idiots realize that two months of that shit all over again, just weeks after I thought I was getting better, is way too long time for me to handle this by myself without a) going fucking insane and getting hallucinations and shit like that again and being seriously fucked up b) ending up dead