Well I made it through the month and stuck with it. We are at the end of the alphabet. I picked zany to go with yesterday’s post. I use to be zany before meds. I miss that wild person who everybody liked. Or I thought liked I’m not so sure it wasn’t more annoying but I didn’t care I liked myself. I’ve been thinking of going off my meds again but the logical person in me knows that’s a bad idea. I am going down a dark path. Financially I’m screwed and with my son’s surgery looming I need to get so much done at work. I’m fearful my boss will wonder what I do with my time and I’ll be outed as a bad worker. It all feels like it’s caving in. God please help me.