Sick of Twitch. Sick of the computer. I want to move. Even if it’s with my hands and fingers, I want to move. My walk thru the neighborhood today felt so good. I miss movement. I pace back and forth a lot, especially in mom’s room and the living room, but that doesn’t really count. That barely keeps me afloat.
Dare I say that the kratom doesn’t give me episodes anymore due to the protective shield of Depakote? I wonder. I hope this is the case. I still want to get off, but it won’t pressure me as much, which should actually work to make it easier.
I don’t know what to do. LEARN TO READ. God I’m such a loser. Yelling at myself.