After I confessed to my roommate that my episode yesterday nearly drove me to she asked to manage my meds. On top of that, she also now has my full stockpile of meds.

It's always a fear of mine, losing control, and for the first time in a very long time I did. I hate this. I hate that I lost control and I hate that I need someone to keep me in check. I can't stand that I'm this weak. Yeah, it was a brief episode but it was so ****ing powerful. I'm still feeling the aftershocks from it. I'm still confused and my mind is still all over the place (granted not as bad).

Sorry, this is pretty much a rant.