In an effort to fight for what's most important-creativity, emotional barometers and hell, just being able to feel something, anything, even if it makes my heart soar or it rips into me like a knife, I had to take drastic measures.
I flushed my medication. All of it. Refill included that I needed a chair to reach. Because not taking it wasn't enough to make them see.
It's all gone. A really smart move on the Friday of a long weekend and I feel like a criminal but I had to do it.
The shit should hit the fan shortly. But I'm ready. Because I really really hate the person those pills force me to be and I don't want to see her anymore.
