I may have shared this in another thread but it is frustrating so I'm sharing it here again. On Tues, my therapist agreed to let me go for the next week as long as I surrendered my meds and anything that could harm me to my husband. She told me to take care of this and call her when we'd taken care of it or she would call me.
So, I gave my husband my pills, and suggested anything else that could harm me so he could take it all from me. I then called my therapist and told her the news.
The very next morning, I forgot to take my morning meds and my husband was already at work. I called him and asked what we should do. He kind of giggled and said that he put them on top of the safe in our closet. He said he went to put them up then got distracted and forgot. Well, today instead of calling, I went staight to the closet and sure enough, my box of pills. Seriously? Is my wellbeing less important than his conveince?
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Every finger in the room is pointing at me
I want to spit in their faces then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
Tori Amos ~ Crucify
Dx: Schizoaffective Disorder
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