It was a hard day. Again. I feel bad for my mom who doesn't get that as much as I want to snap my fingers and make this all go away I can't. That my illness is a real illness. She's frustrated and doesn't understand and she takes it out on me and I don't blame her. I am going to call my doctor in the morning. I have no control of my sleep cycle and if I can get that, maybe I can work on getting control of myself.