I’m so angry at my T right now that I don’t care if I don’t see him for a month.

I begged him to put me on Depakote to stop these symptoms. I’m suffering. He doesn’t understand. He can go home to his perfect life and I have to stay awake battling these stupid symptoms all night.

Honestly, I really wish I wasn’t alive right now. How am I going to make it through this night of agony. And on top of it, I’m burning up with the fever.