One Week Later…

So today makes one week that I should have been taking my meds.  I’ve skipped a couple days and I should be able to double dose starting today.  I’m so scared to take them again because it made me more depressed and sadder and feel more alone in it all.  I’m hiding out in my room alone as usual.  He’s in the living room watching the series I started without me.  Now I don’t even wanna watch it no more.  I haven’t paid attention to what episode I’m on so now he’s just gonna screw me up on it.  Why would my husband do these things to me all of a sudden?  Did we really grow apart this much?  I guess I’m still lost.  I don’t know.  Everything is gonna be fine though.  If I go ride, I’ll burn the gas I just filled my truck with but if I stay here, I’m just miserable.