Last night I slept 9 f**king hours. I am still stressed and mildly depressed. Maybe my comfort zone has widened and because of that I don't feel I am actually quite depressed.

"Sometimes you sleep 3-4 hours and sometimes up to 12 hours. It's good if you can fix your sleeping hours like normal people," my wife said. Then I have to try meds again, I told her...

I stop living in right or wrong. I stop living in black or white. I stop caring what others believe or think, unless my life may be threatened by that someone. They are meaningless to me. If I attach meaning to what they think or believe, I'll end up living their lives. I'll be in trouble. I can only attach meaning to my own life, to live my life.

I remember this quote,
"What is meaningful to me is stupidity to another. Am I stupid?"
-ChristianDM