Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
Man, it’s been a minute since I posted one of these. The new med I’m still adjusting to is supposed to have a soporific effect. But I’m just staring at the ceiling while Mac snores the night away. Even Spock is asleep!
Oh well.
Maybe I’ll tried to read more on A Court of Thorns and Roses while I’m awake? Or just meditate. I dunno.
Take your meds, folks.
It’s been a bit since I’ve posted one of these proper. I just woke up from a strange dream and am having trouble getting back to sleep.
Continue reading “Insomnia Interlude 16”
I’ve been having a lot of trouble with my pain levels lately. It’s robbing me of sleep.
Continue reading “Insomnia Interlude 15”
12,937 Days Alive
I’ve been awake for 23 hours now. I don’t know why I can’t sleep but I can’t. I’m going to try and catch an hour nap now that Spock is here a d snuggling with me. No promises on success.
I can’t sleep. I feel wretched and I can’t get warm no matter how many cups of tea I drink.
Continue reading “Insomnia Interlude 13”
Today is one of those days where I can’t sleep no matter how hard I try.
Ten to one odds, I’ll fall asleep after five am and wake up with my alarm, feeling like mildly microwaved death.
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12,209 Days Alive
It’s my own fault I’m awake. I should not have napped for three hours this afternoon. But I literally lost functional Brian power because I was so tired.
I’ve taken my meds. I’ve eaten dinner, twice if you count the frozen meal.
I need to pick up more low-spoon meals. Like some damn veggie crumbles and make a mess of taco meat with them. And just have frozen taco meat to add to eggs or a salad or into a low carb quesadilla.
That’s a good plan. A mix of meat and not-meat pre-made taco meat. Maybe I can make myself a meal plan?
Something to make sure I actually eat. It is far too easy to feel like I don’t deserve it.
Thank goodness for friends like my Darling Wife, J, Eli, and Tink. They can tempt me with food when I don’t feel like existing.
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