It's my three month anniversary of being home.
I'm one pill away from being off these pills I was so happy to get prescribed for me. They pretty much just made me a zombie, but that was good for awhile and took me through the part where I was scared of everything and didn't know if I was going to be ok, so I'm home and I believe now and I'm getting ready for the colder months in my house where I can finally start to settle in now I'm starting to feel lucid again. Looking forward to doing Thanksgiving at home for me and my cats. Last Thanksgiving was one of my worst days ever. I was sick and I had to work and I was suffering and I was really hoping for a do-over this year, in my own house, where I belong. Thing about having an ongoing crisis for over a year is that people have their own things to attend to and they move on while you are still more-or-less in the same place. Not that anyone could have really helped me, and not that no one did... I had a lot of people that tried to what extent they could. Proba...