I didn’t sleep very well. I went to bed at 5 and then woke up at 8, then 930, and I was done. I tried to go back to sleep but I just couldn’t so I got up and made some breakfast. Before I knew it, it was time for therapy and that sucked the life out of me. We both were not in a talking mood. The session seemed to go on forever. I am glad I didn’t ask for an appointment tomorrow. I need some time to regroup. We talked about the dream I had about killing myself. I don’t know if you can really kill yourself in your dreams. But the fact that I have been dreaming about it, says something.
I really just wanted to write and say that my day, though tiring, has been better than it was last night. I am not going to watch the train wreck that the sox are playing right now. I am going to go to bed. I just took my night time meds and a little extra to help me sleep. I just hope that because I am tired, I don’t get any of the spasticity from the abilify. That would so suck and I really don’t want to deal with that. It will send me over the edge.
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