Recovery from a mental breakdown is not black and white. In some ways I'm feeling better, and in some ways I'm not. I'm able to make it through the motions of being an adult, but part of me still feels stuck and confused and bound to fall down again. For about a week I felt very well, and compared to how I was before, that is a tremendous improvement. But today I feel like I'm back in survival mode, steps above the breakdown, but not really well. I don't know, maybe it's the Vistaril making me feel more glum. I'm in a pondering mood today, and that's exhausting. I guess I'll drink my coffee and try to make today count for something. I really wish I could go back to bed. I had another restless night of sleep. That seems to be the norm these days. If I could just get back on a stable sleep schedule I think it would solve a lot of my problems.
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