My therapist suggested medicine.
I said yes.
My mom said no.
I'm "already on so much."
I'll go off of it all if it just means I won't think like this anymore.
I need something to get me out of my head, or get these thoughts out of me.
I'm tired of everything running through my head all at once.
I'm tired of my pain being doubted.
I'm tired of all the pressures of the world.
I'm tired of being suicidal.
Even if medication only takes away one of those, I'll be content.
I just need something GONE.
Medicine will be the death of me.
