After a party where my GP two days later said I had been slipped meth, I continued stopping my risperidone at the time. This was 2001. It had gone on for a good 6 months, and I was overworking extra time, about 60 hours a week as a research assistant at sick kids hospital. Anyway, that was the first real big crash i ever had. I could not think anymore, it was as if I was stunned. I had no strange ideas, I was empty. All i knew was I was ashamed and crying a ton. And I became very very very lost. Never aggressive back then. Anyway, i ended up returning to a posh, the best, psych hospital around Montreal and in montreal region. A real domain, on the river with willows and ancient willows for acres and acres. It cost me nothing. My sister had contact because it was outside my region geographically. So, as I was saying, i was there and brian came back from germany then Toronto and visited me in montreal. I had not seen him for months and we had broken up last time we saw each other. As he came in the hospital and I heard his voice down the corridor coming for me, a patient's room was playing this next song full blast. It was perfect! We got back together.
*It is bad tonight. 24 cigarettes in 14.0 hours. I am not even trying.