For me, the most bittersweet time of day is sunrise.
It's sweet because I'm grateful for yet another day to get it right; despite my issues.
Still, it's bitter because it marks another day of fighting "me"; another day of meds and frustration and acting.
It's 12:04am.
Just took my seroquel so sleep will be here soon, but I'm sad.
I want to be up and keep writing and maybe even do some work that will be a challenge to tackle in the office tomorrow.
Law & Order is in the background.
I feel sleep coming.
Fine, whatever.
I fold.
It's sweet because I'm grateful for yet another day to get it right; despite my issues.
Still, it's bitter because it marks another day of fighting "me"; another day of meds and frustration and acting.
It's 12:04am.
Just took my seroquel so sleep will be here soon, but I'm sad.
I want to be up and keep writing and maybe even do some work that will be a challenge to tackle in the office tomorrow.
Law & Order is in the background.
I feel sleep coming.
Fine, whatever.
I fold.
Take me, Mr. Sandman.
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