Eternal Infinity

I forced myself to go to lunch today and be out among people. It was the right thing to do. (Today anyway) Being off meds I hit low again Wed/Thur. So back on. "Sucks" is the only word I can really come up with. It sucks to feel broken and to know that there is nothing that I can do myself to fix it without some type of drug intervention. Relying on something else is worse than relying on a person. At least with a person they can earn that respect. A thing earns nothing, gains nothing, and yet gives semblance of balance to me. It allows me to wake up in the morning without feeling like I'm paralyzed in bed.

Marvelously broken.
Sanity, my friend in the far corner of the mirror, a reflection of the picture I hold together.