I’ve been spinning, spiralling, almost too far down to “recover”

It’s kind of amazing how “resilient” I can be despite how loud the abusers in my head shout “you must die” .. “you’re weak, disgusting and worthless” and so much more..

But I now have a refill of benzos. (And other meds ) What to do with them is the question

I’ll be a “good bear” and try to take them “as prescribed”..

Why am I on this planet? I don’t know