Almost ran away from home yesterday. Today is a little better. I'm tired of disappointing everyone around me. Haven't told my husband or anyone else what I almost did. I'm just not doing well at all. Why do I let my meds run out and think it's no big deal? And why do I have to have medicine to make me act like a normal human??? Anyway, I know it's better to tell someone rather than no one, even if I don't even know the people I'm talking to. The problem is, it's still up to me to do the right things, and I can't seem to pull it together enough to do that.