Survivalism

I was slipping so I placed the call.

"Increase the dose and call me on Monday if nothing changes."

Nothing changed.

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.

Then...Ground zero. 

Again.

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.

Again.

And so my appearance doesn't match what I'm feeling on the inside.

It can't.

It would scare you to bits. 

Day Seven