It gets worse before it gets better

"This medicine is messing me up. Normally, I have about seventy trains of thought, and I just bop between them happily. There were only one or two telling me to kill myself, and that was just like, two or three times a week. Now. the thoughts to kill myself are constantly going. Most of my talk bubbles are empty, just screaming noise. How am I going to face another week of this?"

As I come home with yet another frozen pizza

"So, insurance. It covers your doctor visits. It covers your medicine. But who covers 'going out to eat because you're too tired to make anything'?"

The Flavor of the Day

The medicine she's on isn't predictable. I'm told this is a typical of mood stabilizers—up one day and down the next. The effect is even worse than the depression it's trying to control sometimes.
So I've come to start asking what the flavor of the day is.
Today was, "I didn't do anything. But I felt OK about it."
Yesterday she was looking up tips on how to slit your wrists.
I wonder what it will be tomorrow.