So the worst part of being on a 'high' is that you have to come down, always have to come down. And that usually happens with an almighty crash that is sent resounding through the rest of your life, and the lives of those around you.
These past few days, for me, have been hell on earth, and I can only imagine what it has been like for those that are in my life. I'm so sorry for them.
I have fought with everyone. I have sat on my ass and done NOTHING. I have slept around the clock. I have left days worth of dishes, piled up in the kitchen, and a week worth of laundry overflowing in the basket.
I haven't showered, or brushed my teeth. Shit, I've barely eaten anything but barley sugar, one after another.
I am so fucking OVER this.
My meds are working, I know they are. But sometimes I wonder, to what extent? Could it get any worse? I mean, I know it can, I've been there. But sometimes it's just FEELS like it can't.
I have kept my mask in place as long as I could, but it slipped. And I am left bare, red raw and hurting.