Thanks for the caring encouragement and concern, dear friends! I only managed perhaps one hour of sleep last night. I couldn't and didn't even want to sleep, which for me is a dangerous sign. I guess a "mixish" spring upswing is starting. It is almost a given, each year, but was mostly absent last spring. I confess that feeling super grounded, for a long time, can make one feel too confident that that won't change, but the illness lives in hiding, sort of like a brain herpes. [Sorry for this example, but it sort of fits ]

Hubby is aware of my situation. It will be attacked, as needed. I suppose a touch of Seroquel iR prn is in order. Signs are now showing with my figurative headlights turned on.

I'm so ready to be free, yet the gates are still closed in many directions. I won't allow myself to jump over them, though.

You know, I did take my evening meds last night. It was as if I didn't. It's amazing how delicate the reins of sanity can be! Like they're twine vs. rope, or the even stronger metal chains.