The People Behind My Eyes

I was fine when I left therapy yesterday but I think it’s hitting me now.

I was in bed this morning laying on my side and I thought to myself, “The best part of waking up really is Folgers in my cup.” Damn!

I’m less depressed than I was but still somewhat depressed. I’m also avoidant. I haven’t opened my email in a good 3 days. I seem to just not want to go there.

I had a few nights where I got a break from the nightmares about my sister. As a matter of fact the other night I got 12 hours of uninterrupted nightmare free sleep. Twelve is what it takes for me to function during the day. I haven’t had 12 in ages.

Still doing the counting thing. Still doing the rocking thing but at least I’m eating now. I wasn’t eating much. I’ve lost 16 pounds which isn’t a good thing right now.

Some SI has popped up. It surprised me. What worries me is that it was after the SI that I slept so well and had a good day the next day. I don’t want to try to process that too much.

I’m slow about getting to blogs. Please don’t think I’ve forgotten you if I haven’t shown up in a bit. If you’re on my sidebar blogroll know you’ll see me, when I don’t know but you’ll see me.

The big lug Crappy Crunch aka “muttly” is fine. Gracie aka “fuzzy butt” is fine as is her sister Bella aka “sweet pea, queen of attitude.” At this time there have been no more duck violations. The stern talking to I gave Gracie seems to have fixed the problem.

J of A