Last evening, feeling so low, I drugged myself to sleep at 8:30. I could not stand to be awake anymore, because I was consumed by dark thoughts. Sleep brings some relief, mostly because I am not thinking. I did have a very strange dream, though. At 4 am I woke up, as I have been doing lately, with my back killing me. Do I need a new bed? I think I do, but I can't afford to buy one.
This morning I might feel a bit better. When I was walking Mabel just now I felt like it would not be a bad day.
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