Kind of an up and down day. Stood up way too late last night talking to someone on the phone because I was agonizing on my ex going missing again. His addiction is so powerful, and he refuses to admit it. Nothing can be done to help him anymore, but it is affecting me so much because I am always expecting a phone that he overdosed somewhere. I hate to think that way, but I don't know why he insists on doing this to himself and hurting everyone around him. Suffice to say my sleep has been disturbed and I feel like I am going in an episode.