You Are Not My Friend

I told my therapist that I am nice because I want other people to like me. I go the extra mile to please people. For that reason things are expected, underappreciated, and taken for granted.

Stick to my plans. Do not be coerced to do more. "No" is a complete sentence.

Many have given this advice but when the time comes I cave in. I make concessions. I get overwhelmed with anxiety. I end up in tears.

I bend over backwards for others who would not do the same for me. If they cared they
would not treat me that way. Respect.

Being nice to everyone means I am not being nice to myself.

Down the Drain

I flushed my MEDS down the toilet.

In the 5 years since I found out that I have Bipolar Disorder, I have been a good girl adhering to treatment. I hated it the whole time.

My therapist moved in what seems like forever.

My psychiatrist retired. His DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration) Number is inactive so my prescriptions can't be refilled. 

I need to find other people to replace them. Explaining my life once again.. I do not want to go there. Great excuse. I have been talking about quitting medication for years.

Now that I have no one to watch over me, I don't have to follow the rules.

My husband is pissed.