Sweet, 3am dancing and cleaning the kitchen. I tried to sleep but I just layed there bouncing my feet. That gets old fast. So much for the idea that a good seroquel coma would put me back on track for good sleep. Two nights at 12+hrs then one 8hr sleep and now Im not f***ing sleeping again.

This sucks, if I wasnt alone with the kids I would be out for a walk and preferably pouring whiskey down my throat.

Nothing is working, Im so tired of trying. What am I supposed to do. Im so lost, I just want to let whatever is gonna happen, happen, it will end eventually.