Today (technically yesterday now) was the anniversary of my sister’s death. It was a hard day.
Yesterday, still sick from my overdose, I didn’t eat and spent most of the day in bed.
Today, I still wasn’t up to eating, but my mom made me some food midday without me asking (she knew I wasn’t feeling well) and I felt I should try to eat it. I got some of it down, but it made me very sick.
I’m still nauseous. I don’t know if it’s from the pills or the not eating or what.
These came in the mail this evening:
And after that hypocritical PSA…
I know you’re not supposed to combine things like this, especially when you’re on medications, but that never seems to stop me. Especially when I’m in my extreme states of apathy, one of which I find myself in today. I just honestly don’t care if something bad happens.
My one hope is just that by the time November 18th comes around next year, I won’t be here to see it.