I don’t even want to blog. But I’m like, I probably should write an update.
I had like 10 drinks yesterday, hallucinated like hell, the episode was not sudden onset this time it was slow onset which surprised me like hell. It’s normally a discrete transition. Fuck.
Seeing faces in everything, and hearing everyone’s voice, strangers telepathically assaulting me. I went to the store to buy booze, it was good beer, with the car, without telling my mother where I went. She was worried about me.
I’m so damaged. I love my parents so much. Why am I so angry all the time.
How can love heal something to desperately, desperately broken?