Today was a bad day.
I'm staring at the pills I managed to find - my husband tried to hide them, bless him, but he's not real thorough.
My coworkers have forgotten me, I have no close friends, and my family is stressful beyond compare. The new meds make me stoned all the time.
I spent the majority of my day in bed. I cried. I slept. I stared at the ceiling fan.
I can't imagine living like this for much longer. Is this all there is to look forward to?
On the other hand, I did shower and go out to vote - I'm not so far gone that I can't do my part to help the Democrats take the Senate. Maybe there is hope left for me.
Still. A bad day.