It's been months since I've first walked into a doctors office with tears in my eyes asking them to tell me I'm not crazy. Now, at 2:20, 3 or 4 hours after I went to sleep. I'm waking myself up flailing. The meds that work are addictive. And they told me to ween myself off them. I try. But they are the only reason I got and sleep at all.
Dad is back from visiting granny. Let me tell you. There is no one more badass than her. She's been diagnosed with a super rare cancer, but is still working it hard! God that woman is a badass.
Cat is purring on my lap teing me it's true to take advantage of the lulls in my dancing to sleep,
I just want to know what's wrong with me.
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