Still feeling pretty horrible. When my son was at his computer coding lessons I actually forced myself to talk and be open with RS. It’s so hard to do that...everyone else has either made me feel unimportant or gotten angry at me. But he did not. He just listened. I think I’ll be able to start trusting him but it’s going to be a slow process. I did feel better for awhile but there’s still this knot of panic in my chest and stomach. I actually did search for my weapons of choice but turns out they got thrown out in the move. I imagine they were discovered and disposed of, whether anyone was aware of their intended use I don’t know. But I guess that’s actually good.

I did have RS take control of my meds though based on the Xanax incident last night. It’s not even one specific medication, it’s the sheer volume of them that I have at my disposal. The 90 day refills just kept coming through. So he took them and put them somewhere after I filled my med box for the week. That was SUPER hard for me to admit to. But again, he didn’t get mad so...