Woah

Can't believe that it's been over a month since I have blogged and also since I was discharged from crisis, attempted suicide and all that other junk.
Since then I worked on getting better, I really did. But also I got a little idea. That something was wrong with my medication. I thought it was being tampered with to drug me up more than I already felt.
So I stopped taking it, clever me.
I got angry and shouty and had horrible urges to just burst out at anyone and everyone who tried to help me.
I ran away after an argument, then I came back. I made my apologies and I swallowed my pills.
I will have to do this for the rest of my life.
Why the hell my little family and my few friends still associate themselves with me, I shall never know.
Some days I wish I were in hospital again, or the respite house at least. For some peace, and some sleep.