The Other Me
‘The Broken Road’ i. Allie wanted to give the relationship another shot, now that she felt free of her own issues. During a time I felt at my lowest – on the verge of a breakdown – I clung to her because she provided a safe haven. When I saw Dr Warren again, he felt I’d taken a step back from the abyss, and was content (but perhaps not happy) to see if I could continue without antidepressants. I just wanted healing, and antidepressants couldn’t guarantee that – not after my recent experiences. Anafranil had knocked me out for two days, and although Aropax had worked, it had produced debilitating…
The Other Me
‘Looking For Answers’ iv. 1.6? 1.6? Panic exploded in my head. I grabbed dinner, reheated it, and wolfed it down. After I was done, I tested again, holding my breath as the little machine calculated. 4.2. Back to normal, although a low normal. Still, it was normal. So that was something. The next day, Friday, I made sure I ate, and tested obsessively, but figures remained okay. I wanted to talk to Dr Warren about it, but he didn’t work Fridays. I did call Saturday morning, and informed the receptionist I’d gotten a low reading. She asked how low, and when I told her, she gasped, which was no assurance…