I ran out of antidepressants a week or so ago. I wasn’t too worried. At least not at first.
Then the bad thoughts started back.
The sad thoughts.
The, “Why do I bother?” thoughts.
The, “Where is God and why does He let me feel like this?” thoughts.
And to the pharmacy I went for my meds. They didn’t have my script, but the pharmacist said he had something I could use until the shipment came in.