Laying in bed just now, I thought to myself, “I think in my last post, I used ‘prologue’ instead of ‘epilogue’.”
And then of course I couldn’t rest until I made sure. And I was right. But who even cares? That totally could have waited until the morning, but no—I had to check RIGHT NOW, and for what? For another reason to delay bedtime.
I just can’t get my mind to shut off and stop thinking about the same things, over and over. And then when I do finally fall asleep, my dreams have been so vivid and upsetting that I wake up completely restless and exhausted.
And then I spend the rest of the day feeling disoriented and emotionally frustrated.
Something is off; I can’t figure it out and it is driving me fucking nuts.
I do not like this winter very much at all.
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OMG this post could have been written by me. Fucked up dreams are haunting me lately. Every night. I’m so over all of this, the cold, the snow, the shitty air… winter can suck my balls.
It sucks! I don’t feel sad, just not myself I guess? At least we can put the crappiest of all winter mths behind us. Now to forge through February!
I know I dream but I’m lucky in that I rarely remember them. That being said, I don’t sleep worth a shit. I get my sleep in 2 hour spurts… sleep 2 awake 1 sleep 2 etc… it’s awful. I started mixing drugs and it’s been a bit better… Nyquil and Advil PM… it’s working some…