I am finally...alone...in my room again! Thank GOODNESS. I am listening to Rascal Flatts and crying...because I just need to! Why do I feel guilty about it? I should be out there with my husband and son. I HATE bipolar..I HATE IT! I just want to kick and scream...throw a tantrum...so badly. I told my husband that I wanted to stop ALL of my meds and just start over...clean slate...figure out what is working and what isn't because something is CLEARLY not working.
I just...don't feel safe enough, ya know? Like, I'm safe, but....IDK...just not "enough" if that makes sense. No, I am not going to do anything (just to make sure everyone knows). I feel like I can't make sense at all....to anyone.. GRRRRRR!!! >:-(