A rant. I don’t do them, but I will this time.
I’m exhausted from lack of sleep, night by night. This insomnia is a monster. Because I don’t sleep, I also don’t eat. Which makes me… probably anorexic. Yes, I’m guilty when I eat)I could care less how its labeled. The anxiety builds up naturally, then peaks at night. Which is conveniently a great time for my old friend depression to sink its fangs into my skull. And without a good old strike of OCD where would I be? You combine all this and PTSD shoots through the roof. Flashbacks, yeah, no sleeping tonight. My […]
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