My mom went back on her word and got one of her pharmacist friends to back her up. She even wanted to talk about cutting my risperidone. Oh, and by the way, she’s concerned about my depression and anxiety and ignores my mania. I’m just so done with her.
Maybe I’ll attempt suicide. You know, not fully commit suicide, but attempt it so that she’ll see that I need lithium. This whole thing is breaking my heart in so many ways… That would be ideal, but I’m not going to do it.
I’m just going to give her the silent treatment until I pick up my lithium and take it, like the fucking grown adult I am. And if not, then I’ll try the depakote again. This time, I’d be well equipped to deal with the anxiety.
I don’t fucking care, I want to be normal.