I. hate. Naltrexone.
but in the same way I hated antimanics when I was getting euphoric manias. Speaking of mania... still cycling like a mofo (mixed?). Yesterday woke up and went on a shopping spree, then God picked out this book just for me at the library (it's a secret which one. I told someone because I trust her, but this book is going to give me special powers), and by the time I was in therapy we were safety planning. "3am and you wanna (insert one of the many [triggering]stupid things MuddyBoots does all the time here)? Use them coping skills, if they fail ya, call us and tell us what stupiddasss thing you wanna do, let us talk you down from it, and wait for someone to come over in the morning and talk 'bout it. (AKA bring you to the hospital because we know you're not in a safe environment right now and all the respite centers are full and you damn well better take advantage of those hospital social workers to get you better housing, unlike last time, you eloping fool)"
And the animal shelter......ugh they hate me there. They act so fking friendly but I know they're going to frame me and get me thrown in jail for animal abuse. Probably blame Cooper's weight loss on me too. Say I'm giving him stimulants or some sh.it.