It has been a while since I lost my insurance. It has been a while since I felt emotions.
Tomorrow I will struggle to get the cash for my pill pusher appointment and the coinciding medications. Tomorrow I will get back on the regimen I had before the lapse in stability.
Today I have poured myself a glass of wine because it was there, left over from last night. Today I went to work late, used my dab pen and vaguely remember getting any work done.
Yesterday I didn’t finish the bottle of wine–it surprised me. Yesterday I contemplated my current endeavors to understand why I’ve given up.
It has been a while since I had any answers. It has been a while since I have been out of the trenches.