12,366 Days Alive
7,720 Books to Read
1 Metaphoric Spoon Left
I’m still awake somehow. I got some sleep last night, but it feels like of no quality.
I ache. Even my bones hurt. But my mind won’t shut up. It’s so frustrating that all I want to do is get rest but I can’t seem to.
I keep worrying I’m going to fall asleep while driving.
Or pass out while walking down the stairs.
I just have to keep going, I suppose. I don’t really know what to do otherwise.
Since there was a death in the family over the weekend, I’m a lot more emotional and reactive. I have some issues that this particular situation has stirred up, things I can’t talk about today.
Thankfully, I have a doctor appointment with my psychiatrist tomorrow. I really need to prioritize a therapist. I need one. I feel like I’m drowning again.
I need sleep.
There have been so many wonderful things lately and I can’t seem to hold onto that happiness for long.
I’m going to bed. Take your meds, folks. And reach out if you need to.