I’m going off my meds
I’ve done it before, this needs to be the last time
I’m not sure when I stopped writing
But it dislocated myself from who I thought I could be
I’m going off my meds
I know my mother never wanted to be one
I’m not sure why I stopped writing
We wanted our son and I can’t be with him enough
I’m going off my meds
I drink too much anyway
Smoke clouds my mind, and I don’t sleep well
My vices accelerate, and I acknowledge my weakness
I’ve gone off my meds
In order to understand myself
In order to like myself, and maybe to learn to love myself
I’m not sure when I’ll start writing again
I hope it’s today
