He had this weird breakdown earlier. He was getting angry at me, saying I didn't really want him and that Gen was only putting up with him so she could get laid. He was saying things like his friends don't even want to be his friends, they're just lying to him. He went online and took every single person off his Facebook account. Then he just... it seemed like he was calming down. I sat with him, he said he wanted to go to bed to sleep because he was tired and wanted to be alone. I should have known. I was stupid. I made a mistake. I've been looking after his medication, but left my own in the bathroom cabinet without even thinking.
He was really good. He had Toby over and they were playing video games and laughing a lot. He was actually talking about it being cool getting to go back to school with Toby. Then this just hit. Waiting in the ER while they pump his stomach... again. They said he'll be okay, because it was only a few minutes after that I realised he wasn't in his room. I panicked and made him throw up, which they said was a good thing. I'm not strong enough for this, Sammy. I thought I was doing okay, but I seriously fucked up.
You are protecting him, mate. You are. You're doing the best you can, but the illness is just bigger right now. You were worried about this, you told me you were scared he would throw himself under a bus the day he was diagnosed. You've been thinking about so much, you can't think of all the little things too.
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