Well, the voices are back.  My dose of Zyprexa is too low I guess, maybe because of the baby?  The antihistamine that I take at night isn’t even making me sleepy, really, so I am guessing that the baby is throwing things off for me chemically.  Here is what the voices are saying…

“You need to kill yourself.  You are good at making plans.  You should make a plan and follow through.  The baby would be better off not living anyway because you are a bad mom.  Look at how you screamed at your kids this morning.  No, cutting isn’t enough.  You don’t deserve to live.  Don’t fail at this too like you fail at everything.  You are a quitter.  You aren’t worth anything.  You can’t even do this, can you.”

So now I wait until I find out what dose to get on.  I can’t live like this so we will have to be proactive and find a way out of this place.  Nothing is more important than keeping this baby and my family safe, and me being dead hurts all of them.