I’m a worrier, too. And, yeah, I get ‘stuck’ on — anything! — and cannot sleep until I’ve ‘solved’ the problem. I once lived in a comfortable state of delusion but these drugs are draining the life out of me — the ‘sort-of’ type of hallucinations/delusions.

I go for days without sleeping, now.

I think that I’m over-medicated (you wrote of this)... Gabapentin, Tegretol, Lyrica... and those for the Dark Phantom that’ll be the death of Uncle Sam. (Sorry; having a Coover moment — hmm — I don’t know why, but I believe that a well-funded stylometry-trained villain may be on my tail.)

I’m worried for the right reasons. Terrified, actually. I could be in a homeless shelter in the next week. I’ve had my fill of them, I admit. I just don’t want to lose all my ‘stuff’ again.

Ergo: I know how you feel.