Dadgum, Not Again.
I think I'm getting sick again. Again.
My sleeping med has decided to stop working over the past few days. Which is really bad, because as you know, sleeping is the best cure for getting better. Of course, because of some unknown factor that's causing a lot of sickness/physical blah, I can't sleep. When I can't sleep, I get stressed and struggle against anxiety and increased activity in doing nothing (oxymoron?). Then I get more stressed and confused, resulting in even more sleep loss and so many nightmares that I'm literally afraid to go to sleep at night.
I've told myself no matter what, to keep my head up—so, I'm doing pretty good considering things, but I really hope I find the solution to this. I'm very disappointed with myself, I was doing so well last week. I really felt like the old me; the real me I haven’t seen in probably a year.
Then there’s NaNo I was so pumped for. Now I couldn't even concentrate on watching NCIS tonight; I also skipped going to this art gathering this evening. It's just sad. I'm trying to push myself through with my writing (not to mention a slew of other things), and though NaNo is more about quantity rather than quality…I'm just not feeling it one bit. This is different from a writer’s block or pushing through the story's plot holes and oddities—I can’t function at all, with anything.
This just stinkeths.
Oh, but currently fixing new blog graphics, and I finally found my darn phone. That has to count for something, right?
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