Okay so beyond all this I feel like there is no place I belong. i’m exhausted and I want to be somewhere do something fitting. I want an occupation that fits.
I don’t have anything fitting right now. It’s exhausting having to force everything. Life might be giving me a little break in a bit as we up my meds. Let’s hope.
But I’ll keep up the work and writing. I write a lot. I do. And I’ll keep up the studies and life activities.
I only wish I could take it easy on the caffeine and sleep better.
We’ll figure this out.
Here’s to hoping.