I was slipping so I placed the call.
"Increase the dose and call me on Monday if nothing changes."
Well, I suppose things did change.
They got worse.
Another increase on Monday.
This time it's above the FDA recommendation.
I'm not ready to give up on this drug.
The drug I hesitantly went on in the first place.
Medications for people with Bipolar Disorder are known to eventually stop working.
I just want a little corner of space where I can sit and stare and sleep and adjust.
The lives of others cannot stop simply because I'm a mess.
And so my appearance doesn't match what I'm feeling on the inside.
It would scare you to bits.