Struggling

It is the end of day three and it has not been easy. He cut his hand with his pencil and made me a picture in his journal using his blood. Then triumphantly handed it to me smiling and waiting for my reaction. He walked out the front door and wandered out into the neighborhood when I thought he was in the bathroom. I watched him swallow his night meds then found them in his pocket.

Day 3 still not done as he is pacing in my bedroom at 10:00 at night.

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