JAMES
Three days later…
I took my meds today. I’m not sure why. I’m still not convinced they’ll work but I downed them in one before I had chance to change my mind. After talking with my psychiatrist, he’s decided to treat me with something different this time. So this morning, I took my first ever dose of quetiapine, an anti-psychotic, which apparently helps long-term bipolar depression.
We’ll see.
My wrists are still bandaged, and they’ve stayed clean for twenty-four hours now so I assume the weeping has stopped. The scald on my hand is healing too; the blisters have burst, leaving loose white skin in their wake. I stare at it frequently, torturing myself, trying to force those feelings back to the surface, for no other reason than I’m f****d in the head.
My therapy is going well,
