I am still not doing well. I still haven't gotten the effexor. My cleaning guy is coming tomorrow and I will have him take the prescriptions to the pharmacy.
I just have no energy. Boy bipolar II is a monster. I tell myself I have no choice. This is what I have been given. I also tell myself this is a gift from the great unknown to draw me closer. I feel like crying but no tears will come.
Right now the cats aren't a comfort although I am so glad I have them
Bobby