So, I ran out of meds about a week plus ago. It's making me antsy.
I hate admitting that I have a problem, that I have a dependency on these pills that dictate whether I'll be able to function or not. After a solid three months on these, the withdrawal is killing me. The depression hits me at full force, where I go through days where I just can't get out of bed. It's not "I don't want to get out of bed" but "I can't get out of bed".
The whole Borderline Personality Disorder thing is starting to feel like a death sentence. While I know DBT is a thing, I'm worried. I'm so worried right now.
With work piling up, and classes being the way they are - I'm absolutely terrified.
I hate admitting that I have a problem, that I have a dependency on these pills that dictate whether I'll be able to function or not. After a solid three months on these, the withdrawal is killing me. The depression hits me at full force, where I go through days where I just can't get out of bed. It's not "I don't want to get out of bed" but "I can't get out of bed".
The whole Borderline Personality Disorder thing is starting to feel like a death sentence. While I know DBT is a thing, I'm worried. I'm so worried right now.
With work piling up, and classes being the way they are - I'm absolutely terrified.