I got another five hours of sleep.
I wish I felt rested.
I had nightmares all night long.
I was screaming and screaming (in my dream).
I woke up crying.
I see my therapist today, finally. I talked to her last night and that was actually helpful, so hopefully we can get some work done today.
I don’t expect to walk out of there feeling “cured,” I just need some of the pressure to come out of the valve.
I know I’ve just been whining. I’m sorry.
This level of depression is hard for me- not that it isn’t hard for anyone.
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