I went to see my social worker today. She had given me homework and when I hadn’t done it she said that it was defeating. I told her about how once my med situation was sorted it would be fine to try again. She told me it was about choices. I was not pleased. I told her I had a choice between working out or going to the mail box alone. I picked working out for my physical health. I also have to force myself to eat and a pee myself a bit because I can’t tell when I need to pee. I had a choice and I chose to force feed myself, work out, and make myself stay alive.
Changing medication has massive affects some times. Let a girl get her medication right. Jeepers.