2/10
Days with sleep/days without sleep. This mental stuff is trying to get me. I can’t look at my kid without sobbing uncontrollably, and I feel like I’m in a lexan box looking out—at my husband and son, playing and laughing, with me unable to reach through and touch them. I don’t know what brought this on, but it’s been a month now, and the 2 meds I have tried have caused pretty bad reactions. I’m scared to death to take anything, and scared to death of this continuing.
This sucks. Someone needs to break the Lexan. Let me out.
