It's bad today. Weird and twisted dreams last night. Just want to sleep, but the dreams end up being convoluted and menacing. Crying a lot. It's always going to be this way isn't it? Storms in my brain. Listened to "Hallelujah" by Leonard Cohen. I feel alone with no purpose other then to wake up, do stuff, and go back to bed. I'm 48 and I'm stuck with this illness forever before and forever after. I feel like I contaminate the people around me with my sadness.
I feel a little better. Thank you if you read this.