My mother is a psychologist and has a long history of attempting to kill her patients with medications.
I had my first attempt with a medication called Ritalin in grade 7.
When she got me to my feet, I started to feel a lot better.
The next morning, I went to see my mother in the emergency room and was told she had an allergic reaction to the medication.
I didn’t know what it was and was not allowed to go to the doctor.
I was told I was being hospitalized.
She told me that I had a bad reaction to Ritalins and was to stay home and wait.
She also told me to keep the medication away from my mouth because the medicine could cause a reaction.
I started crying and cried myself to sleep.
After two weeks of staying home and sleeping on the couch, I was finally allowed to see a doctor.
The doctor said she was sure the medication caused my reaction.
We were told to go see another doctor immediately because we were getting very sick.
We called the second doctor and were told he would do the same.
So I called the third doctor and was informed she would do a different course of antibiotics and we would wait to see if the problem got better.
I felt like I was losing my mind.
The second doctor did a whole lot more than the third.
She called an emergency room nurse who said she would be able to take my medication and give me some kind of test.
I got tested and found that my symptoms were related to my allergies.
The nurse then told me my mother had injected me with Ritalinos, which is a synthetic version of the natural hormone ephedrine.
The drugs are used to treat conditions like rheumatoid arthritis and Parkinson’s disease, so the symptoms seemed related to those.
The first time I tried Ritalino I was so sick and exhausted I could barely walk.
The pills are very potent and I had to lie down and lie down to get the medication and to avoid the fumes that come from the fumes.
It was terrifying.
I remember thinking, “If I had done this, I would have died.”
The second time I did it, the pills seemed to help me sleep and it also seemed to be making my mood better.
But it also caused me to have a severe allergic reaction that was causing me a lot of pain.
I spent about a week on the bed and a lot more time lying down.
I did not want to do it again.
The third time I had the medication, I felt much better.
My mother did not like the new medication and told me I could not go back on it because she did not know what to do with me.
I went home and began to have seizures, which lasted for about three weeks.
During the seizure, my mother said, “You are a terrible person, you are an alcoholic.”
She did not give me any names of people she had killed.
When I came to, I had serious seizures.
My mom told me if I got back to my house I would die.
I kept asking her, “Why?”
She said, I did nothing wrong.
I said, Why didn’t you just kill me?
She said that it was my choice.
I asked why.
She said it was her choice because she knew that I was not her daughter.
She did say I would never want to see her again.
I told her I would do anything to not see her.
She was very angry and said, that was the first time she saw me cry.
I finally did see her that day, but she did tell me she did want to die.
When we finally got back home, I asked her what was wrong with me and she said it had nothing to do to Rolaids.
My reaction to her was that I did have Rolaeds.
I tried again and again and never got better until I tried the first prescription for Ritalinis.
I think she saw that I could use it for me and that I would not die.
The following day, my father came home from work and asked me what was going on.
He said, Do you have any idea what is going on with you?
I said I didn`t know.
He asked me why I did something I did.
I answered, Because I was tired of sleeping on my own and I was angry.
He then told the nurse to give me another prescription and said I would be okay.
I called my father at home and told him I would come and see him if he wanted me to go.
The week that I went back to school, I finally managed to find some sleep.
I decided to take a nap.
I thought I had been asleep for two hours, but then my mother came home and said that my father was angry and he would not let me go to sleep in his house.
I agreed to go home and see my father.
I could hear him screaming and yelling.
I took a shower and got