My father swears something's wrong with me lately.
"For months you were quiet and now you are all needy! You came over to the house three times yesterday for diet Dr. Pepper! You usually stay at your house! Are you taking something? You haven't even asked for your Klonopin in days. That worries me!"
Here's the part where he attempts to medicate me with one Risperidone and two Klonopin. I took the pills with a swallow of delicious, wonderful, regular Coca-Cola.
I have learned to stay quiet during these little interrogations. I realize I am feeling better and more self assured and this confounds my family. I am no longer playing that mentally ill, sick, confused son. The role I have to play in my mixed up family to support the status quo.
I am feeling better!