This has not been the worst week of my life by far. But it has been one of the most painful, stressful, and rotten weeks due to some people on Facebook who have bullied the ***** out of me. *Please don't recommend that I leave Fb; I have life-long friends there that I like to be in touch with. They had absolutely nothing to do with the HELL I went through this week.*

I had a beautiful, shiny, sunshiny, breezy, comfortably warm California day. I was a little manicky, but enjoying it. Then I came home to more crap on Fb. I broke. Could not take any more stress and ruminating over and over the words, words, words slammed against me. And I'll mention that the bullying truly was that: I, in no way, deserved such treatment.

I took more Klonopin than usual. I haven't done this for many, many years. What a relief. I feel calm, blissfully unstressed and those awful people seem very far away. I can trance. Listen to music, paint, live. And I know I'll sleep so well, like I haven't in months.