I turned out I was two days past due on my shot for my schizophrenia. I have a terrible time keeping up with it. My father is to take me down there this morning. I am waiting on him to arrive.
I am trying so hard to be positive this morning. I am alive. I am healthy except for some anxiety. I have a warm house and my Maggie. Mom is buying me groceries today. It is so easy to get mired in the negatives though.
Dad was really harsh with me last night when he came over. He was sure to tell me of everything I have ever done wrong and even brought up my homelessness and my failed marriage. I felt so bad and just wanted a loved one to be there for me. I kept holding his hand, squeezing it tightly, and telling him I loved him. He didn't stop, though. He ran me into the ground.
I don't know what I am going to do about my car. I was hoping I would have heard something by now, but I haven't. I think it is long gone. I guess I better get used to walking as my father told me last night, smirking.
I plan on hanging out at the shopping center this morning. Maybe I can get up something creative and more pleasant to write. Thank you to those of you that are sticking around. I promise you things will get better once I get my shot and I am more mentally stable. Thank you for sticking by me through this hard time. I don't know what I would do without my blog and it's readers.