The Wiley Ways of Mental Illness...
I told my father I had one of my best days mentally in years last night. I felt like Superman, the man of steel, as we drove to my parent's house to get my sodas. I puffed up my chest in bravado.
"I am going to get punished for it, too," I then told Pops with a chuckle. "Tomorrow will be the shittiest day mentally of my life."
We both nervously chuckled again.
"Don't say that!" dad told me sounding nervous himself.
I hate it when I am right. I am not having the shittiest day of my life but I feel pretty uncomfortable. I woke up at 2 PM with precursor butterflies in my stomach. I immediately called my father.
"Can we take my medications early today?" I asked my father.
"I am out running errands and will call you when I get home," he told me kindly after asking me many questions.
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