It’s the end of the medicinal month. When I start to skip days of meds so they last longer because the Dr’s need to review my meds, it’s just a formality. It needs to feel right though. The rare days when it does I can never get an appointment.
The last few times I’ve managed to fudge them into prescribing over the phone after assuring them I won’t top myself and my husband won’t sue them.
I’m not fine.
I’m also not ready to talk.
I’m just. …
Existing, I suppose.
Which is about as good as it gets.