I had it all planned out. How I would take half my dose last night and then a quater and then none. And then I thought about the racing thoughts, the psychomotor agitation, the tummy distress and nasea, they sleepless nights obsessing and looping thoughts, the visions, the nightmares... And i thought about my mom noticing and getting worried and accusing me of stopping meds and me lying to her.
So I texted my T. I said HELP????... He texted: "Meds or Hospital.. You choose."

I took a deep breath and took my meds.

My brain is still chattereing away, but I feel like I just won a battle in the war.