My son just found something I had misplaced a while ago, and he brought to me so happy and proud of himself, he was so so proud of himself, and I just broke down in tears. What have I done! I have missed so much! I cant get those times back ever again. This is the worst feeling ever. This is nothing compared to physically sick, which I still am, but this sh*t Sucks.
This is paralizing to me, I dont want to keep crying, and I cant look back to pills, but I can't bare the thoughts of missing the world around me, for so long.