My moods are shifting faster than I care to think, which has to do with the lack of medication again. I lost my health insurance at the end of August and my scripts have run out. Cold turkey. No meds. A crazy person going into the worse half of the year with no medications, no mental health professionals, and no support system. Can we say, "Naomi is fucked!"
I am trying to appeal the health care decision. I will continue until something happens in my favor. I can only do so. The only other option is to give into the demons which at the moment are yelling nasty, nasty things about my unloveability and razor blades. I hate those cunts. They are not very nice.
Birthday is coming up in a month so I have to give myself credit that I outlived my suicide attempt 25 years ago. Wow...that is weird to write.
I just don't want to disappear anymore and that's all I feel I am doing.
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