Hospital visits are the worst.
It makes me so anxious and restless.
Sometimes I feel like the doctors don’t know what they are up to and are just using me as a lab rat.
The first time I went to the hospital I was diagnosed of Clinical Depression and later Borderline Personality Disorder. I live in perpetual hell each day.
I religiously take my meds but they seem not to be working. Some of the medications are making me fat, I’m beginning to loose my self confidence.
My emotions and thoughts are all over the place.
Somedays I am too tired to get out of bed and go about my daily activities, I lay in bed thinking about all the plans I used to have while I was little. And I feel sad, sad that somewhere along the line I lost control over my life and gave the reins over to the terrible aliens in my head.
These little, terrible aliens have taken over my life. I can’t do anything productive. I see my friends going about their businesses everyday and I am overwhelmed with sadness.
I hope one day I am able to conquer my brain demons and take control over my life again.
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