I haven’t had my manic depression meds since they moved me, December 18. I’m up and down every day, to the point of having rage in my brain.
I’ve been begging these people to put me on Abilify like they promised me. I’ve put in 5 kites [written requests]. And I’m still waiting to see the psychiatrist.
I want to mellow out. The shit is getting to my brain. I understand what’s going on, and I can only remove myself physically from so many situations.
I can’t read. Can’t focus. I need to get on that medication. I’m depressed. Then I get manic and start feeling bad things and I come back to my cell.
I don’t wanna fuck up.
-Brent Brents, January 17, 2018
I don’t wanna fuck up
Filed under Brents' writings, Prison, Psychiatric evaluations