Oh lordy, Anika, you sound like me in Phoenix at the end of my vacation. I kept driving, unable to get anywhere I was supposed to be, tears streaming down my face.

I was 2500 miles from home & I had no control. I knew I was going to end up in a psych unit somewhere.

Finally I just made myself stop. Go off, stop. Then I figured out what little there was that I knew I could do & do right. I did that. It got me to a safe motel room. I couldn't sleep but I locked myself in & rolled up in a blanket & rested in a dark, dark room. It helped. Then I got food & made myself eat it. Slowly I came back enough that I began functioning again & finally got myself home.

Do you have any idea whether meds had a part in this? Can you rest at least? Can you do anything to feel safe?

((((( ** Anika ** )))))

Roadrunner