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.