This is Friday. On Monday morning, I got into the car with my sister and we started a mini vacation to the Vancouver area.
I am not certain how I feel about the whole experience yet because I’ve been under the influence of my drugs in secret the whole time. I have been masking normality as best as I can without knowing if anybody can tell.
I can’t even tell. I like to think I’m not really very different from how I would have been without it, but I’ve cheated myself out of that version of the whole experience.
I’m living with the fear of being discovered. It was a silly risk.
Ironically my anxiety is probably worse.
I have nowhere to hide, except inside my brain, and it’s getting loud in here.
Not pride worthy.