Last night I just broke down after about a week of going, going, going. I went from being super happy and doing everything to being really angry and hiding in my room. I had not slept in a couple of days the night before that I only slept 1 and 1/2 hrs. So anyway.. my poor husband came home and he was stumped because he talked to me earlier and I was happy and fine. Everything and every little sound was pissing me off or freaking me out. The dog was sniffing at her dog food bag and the crinkling noise was sending me into rage, so I went in my room and hid. When my husband came home he took one look at me and gave me a xanax, made me some food and then a sleeping pill and off to bed I went. I had terrible dreams all night, the ones where I jump out of bed and try to run. Now, here it is morning and I'm not depressed but hyped up all over again. Yet, I feel this nagging of depression creeping in and I keep trying to push it back. So I don't know what state I'm in. Just wondering I guess. Now that I wrote an epic novel here I will stop.
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