My life has taken another turn again. The days can go on with regularity over and over, one day indistinguishable from the next. A long continuous chain.
—Taxi Driver
Time loses all meaning when you can’t sleep more than two hours in a row, and everything else becomes meaningless along with it. Some days I can’t eat, exercise, or face the world. All I can do is wonder when it’ll all end, and fight every thought that tells me to give up.
They said the medication may make me feel worse before I start feeling better. This is how I discover rock bottom is always relative. A strange little hole I find myself in, where the days grow brighter with the changing of seasons, insomnia means I never miss a sunrise or sunset, and I have nothing but free time, but none of it matters.
Try to sleep; and most of all know that no matter how unimportant the cycles of your current existence may seem, we are here waiting, hoping for you.
Not sure whether the insomia comes with the medication. Sleep is even more important than food. Wondering if you have lost any weight. Remember that all you friends are quietly supporting you,