This time last year, almost to the day, I tried to overdose on my prescription psych meds. Since then my mother counts my medications daily, literally. And if I seem to “down” she’ll take them from me.
I love my mom, despite our differences, but treating me like a child is infuriating. More importantly, if I wanted to kill myself there are plenty of other options. I’m a grown man who has to ask for his medications, it’s pathetic.
Remember to smile,