Six Months Out Your Life

The first week was a nightmare itself; I stopped going home and stayed here; she refused to get any injections or take her tranquilizers. Which meant that I stayed so she will take her meds. She has constantly been sleeping, so she has not been able to see the Psychologist. A small set back but we are back on track.

…Two weeks since admission…

It has been two weeks since she has been admitted. The meds the Psychiatrist gave her are now starting to work; at least now, she does not have to get those damn injections. But she is refusing to see the Psychologist.

She is in a difficult mood today.

"Princess, you have to eat. You must take your medication."

"I don't want to. They make me feel sick."

"Did you tell the doctor?"

"No cause then he will put me on other shit."

"Princess, please tell him."

"I will think about it."

"Why don't you want to see the Psychologist?"