Just. So. Tired. -_-‘

I force my sad self to move. If I’m burrowed under my electric blanket for more than three consecutive days and I haven’t even changed my pajamas then I make myself get up. It sucks. I don’t know how I force myself to do it either. There is a switch I mentally throw that puts me on autopilot. I trained myself over the years to throw the switch. I had to in order to get off depakote and Klonopin. It was either have a completely flat affect with zero creativity or find some kind of alternative measure.

As for sleeping, nothing that a handful of benedryl and a swig of Baileys can’t solve. Less Baileys lately which is a damn Greek tragedy. Still my heart goes out to you. I have been in your shoes, it is awful.