Today is my 82nd day on Zoloft and...I feel good.
I've become obsessed with a lot of new things lately like lifting weights, organic cosmetics, simplifying my life, and redoing my wardrobe. I may never get used to this Army life, but it still seems to amaze me.
I slipped. Look, it was bound to happen. It was almost like I attracted all of these health issues to get my hands on some goods. First it was my wisdom tooth, then my ovaries and why I never got hooked on Morphine in my drug days is beyond me. I mean shit, it was close to heaven. The addict inside of me couldn't take it anymore and damn, alcohol doesn't do shit for me. And really, I don't feel the Zoloft, it just slows my heart rate down and allows me to breathe.
I always want more. I'll never be high enough. Someone needs to tell my Commander to drug test me more often.
We thought I could be infertile. I mean, it's still a possibility. I need a child because a child will be the only thing that could ultimately cure me.
Somehow, someway I am still continuing to get more and more beautiful each and everyday.
