So I get ready for bed, look up my routine on Fabulous (amazing app) I drink my pills and I go to bed. Window is open, the crickets are singing, and my room is shinning with the moon light. 3 am goes along, I wake up automatically to get my phone. I put it next to me and then, hell rose. I have no clue what was real. A cat and a dog were fighting and after a bit I didn't hear the cat anymore. Something was moving in my room. And then.. breathing.. heavy heavy breathing.. In tears I call my mam to come and get me.
Anti-psychotics? My ***..