I'm not doing well. Something's wrong with my meds. I'm going to get it worked out.

When I had a moment of clarity I reached out for help. People know what's going on with me. I had a talk with my mother about the seriousness of this and told her what to watch out for. I gave her the name of my therapist and the phone number she can be reached through.

If I get suicidal I will go to the ER.

Yes, I'm still sober. I have to be to deal with this....

I have slipped a cog in my sanity, bummer. I snap back and forth like a flag in a strong wind between content and panic. Today, at this moment, I just don't know. Wtf am I doing? Who the fvck am I. And because I don't know, I want to glom on to someone who does, latch on to some artificial identity. AA is the way I have been leaning, but oh what a taste it leaves in my mouth. "lost? hopeless? confused? Come through our doors, work our steps, let us work on you and we will provide you with all...