He’s now showered and up beat, making scrambled eggs.

I’m digesting coffee and pills, the half a Percocet kicking in that I got a hold of. In physical pain, emotional pain and numb, thinking I’ll go back to bed.

There was no seeing a t and being honest because the last one traumatized me by threatening to send police to my house and force me into inpatient because I had taken 2 Benadryl, she made me go to the ER and I ended up getting admitted, stayed for 18 hours. Why? Just to punish me? Making me play Apples to Apples with a guy with a swastika tattooed on his head.