Living Dead

I am dying. I am medicated to the gills. I can’t think, and I don’t care about shit. Nothing. I am bi-polar and am on heavy duty drugs. Lots of them. People who knew me before says I’m like meeting a new person. Yeah, one that sits down and doesn’t say anything that makes anyone mad. I can’t live like this anymore. Like a Zombie. I don’t care if the house is clean or the laundry gets done or what’s for dinner. I care about nothing. I’m going to stop taking this shit and see if I can’t claw my way out of this haze.


About 1wanderingtruthseeker

I'm a fiftish woman that has opinions and passions about nearly everything under the sun. I love a good debate, not name calling. I believe in the Constitution , the Bill of Rights and God. I believe the government which governs the least is the best government of all. I believe in the rights of the people. I dispatched fire trucks, the Po-Po and ambulances for a long time so I have a wicked sense of dark humor and speak fluent sarcasm. I think out loud a lot times. I am offensive. But I'm offensive of everybody. Socially unacceptable, plain spoken and unashamed. If you don't want to be offend, please don't read and if you do, please consider that I'm not politically correct in any sense of the word.
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