So we had that talk. Kind of. When i got to my sister's place she still seemed messed up, so I didn't bother talking there. When I got back to moms, she called us and we laid into her.

She still doesn't remember jack about yesterday. ;x at all. I flat out told her she's psychotic, almost killed us all and needs to stop. She's sticking with this story that it's a "bad reaction" to the new meds, and was an accident she didn't intend. Unfortunately it's the same spiel that we've heard time and time again from her, screaming that no one believes her or that we all hate her and don't love her anymore.

That's ultimately besides the point though. I'm going to write her an eviction notice. It'll be lenient, so she'll have time to figure out what the hell she's doing, but still. She actually came up with the idea, because she's under the impression that it'll help her get on disability faster. It wont, because she's not disabled and she's not willing to do what needs to be done to actually GET disability, so... ;x either way.