I don't feel so great. On my walk and at the store and at the vet's I felt super paranoid. This morning the voices were bad enough to warrant a PRN Thorazine. Thankfully my injection is tomorrow. First time getting the max dose of paliperidone palmitate. I told my T that I ate pretty good over the weekend, no restricting or purging or anything, and she acted like her telling me to eat three meals and yogurt has cured me. I should've told her how anxious I was and how I felt obligated to eat properly because my mom was around me pretty much the whole weekend. I can "be good" under that kind of pressure because I hate worrying people I care about and I overheard her tell her sister "I wish she would eat more," so I haven't been doing a good job apparently. My T just frustrates me though. I've been with her like two years and the most she helps is telling me when she thinks my meds aren't working/I should tell my nurse.