I am doubting myself tonight, yet again. I wrote stuff I dont even understand about having been a child actress. The stories go on.  I dont have recollections I think but just flashbacks from having been engrossed in the movies at the time I was watching them , movies from my childhood years. 

Anyway, I live in my own made up bubble on this blog it looks like. BJG just has a breakdown when I was discussing my meds schedule with him ( I brought up the topic). He is so very anxious and fearful I will go ill again that he is totally unreasonable about accusing me of all sorts of attitudes with my meds that are not true. He still does not believe me I simply forgot in october one injection. Once in 2 years. I have the shakes from him yelling and screaming I was hostile for having skipped one dose one week late. I hate it when he accuses me of unreal things. He gets carried away by his fears and become violent, screaming or just plain wrong about my attitude.