Sunday, September 15, 2013

A 3 Lorazepam Kind of Day

I started taking Lorazepam 10 years ago to help me deal with attendant abuse.  In the beginning I only took one a day.  When Rob died, 4 years ago, I started to take two.    Rarely do I ever take 3, because I'm always afraid of becoming addicted, like I was to valium.  Today though, my heart feels like it's breaking, maybe because it's very close to the anniversaty of Rob's death, so I took a third Lorazepam.  How can it be four years?

Excuse me, but I have nothing else to say.  I'll probably be in a better mood tomorrow.

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