My buzzy mind continued this morning as I rolled out of bed. As if a thousand voices were trying to speak at the same time in my head. I grew worried that my anti-psychotic is no longer working as well. Me and Maggie were all alone in this house despite the thousands of voices volleying for a chance to speak in my mind.
Lunch time found me in an AA meeting. I had just taken some more of my Klonopin and was ravishingly hungry. I sat and ate two double quarter pounders with cheese as the meeting began. I then slunk down in my chair after my meal hoping we wouldn't go around the room to speak. I wanted to just sit and listen today.
I came home and immediately called mom, telling her I couldn't go this afternoon to eat. I felt too ill. She sounded very outdone with me. Now, I keep playing scenarios of her getting in car accidents in my mind. It will be all my fault.