Saturday, April 30, 2016

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?"

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