Another day of waking up wide awake with less than 3 hours of sleep - going on 2.5 weeks of this. I immediately felt sad and frustrated because this wasn't over with, but once my little crying fit ended I noticed I was actually feeling a lot better. That mean, self-loathing voice in my head isn't dishing out the usual barrage of insults. My thoughts have slowed down and my mind seems about as crystal clear as it gets. The energy has died down and I'm no longer constantly jumping out of my seat in a flurry of restless activity. I'm focusing better.

Yet my alert mind doesn't match up with my exhausted body. I wouldn't describe what I feel as tiredness; it kind of feels like my body has partially shut down and I don't have full control of it. I'm not intoxicated, but I can't walk in a straight line and I'm bumping into everything like I am. I had a dizzy spell where my knees gave in and I fell this morning.

At least I don't feel miserable anymore. Hoping this is a sign that I'm coming out of this and my sleep just hasn't caught up yet.