When I asked if I could take my 'emergency' dose of Abilify, my mom told me that 'something worked you into this state, and you'll never get healthy if you don't figure out how to work yourself out'. Uh...sorry mom, psychosis doesn't work that way. Did my hysterical laughing and chopping off my hair in a panic not tip you off?

She wouldn't even let me cut the pill myself when I eventually demanded it. Instead she just wanted me to take xanax. That's better -how-?!