I have an ongoing fantasy of lining up my pill bottles in the driveway and backing over them with the car and pulling forward again over them, back and forth until their ground into nothing. Again, this is just a fantasy because I know that within 2 weeks of being without meds, I'd be a mess again. I do get sick of taking them, though. I take 5 for bipolar, 1 for ADHD, 1 for thyroid.

I have to go to the city once a month to see my psychiatrist and see my therapist every two weeks. I remember what kind of freedom it was before the days of mandatory shrink appointments and T visits.