I’m lonely and anxious and irritable and have no appetite. Thankfully my therapist is back tomorrow and I have an appointment with her. I may want to see her on Thursday too. I’m falling apart on the inside and nobody knows. I’m doing what I have to do. Really I just want to lay in bed all day and sleep. But I visited my sister for an hour and we chatted over coffee. I shoveled my driveway. I cleaned Annie’s wars out. And I’m coloring a pretty garden picture I’m trying which I know is good. I’m trying
Been focused getting healthy. I have now gotten more sleep with the help of more seroquel. I am not longer hypo-manic. I am eating healthy and getting back to stable. Not there yet but well on my way. Patting myself on my back right now.
I have felt monitored for a long time. Fear has been a huge factor in my life since 1999. I have nothing to hide. Yet people feel the need to punish me and trick me. I have had more done to me, than I ever did to anyone else. This is the truth.