It has been a stressful several weeks at work, and today is no different. Today, I finished a few repair proposals and ran errands for the company. And tonight, I’m working overtime while I listen to “Breathe” by the English electronic music band The Prodigy. “Breathe” is the soundtrack of my final phase of work for today—spiraling because of high pressure but still standing no matter what.
See you in the next post.
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OK. What can I tell here in under 10 minutes?
Since April 29, I have been trying to sleep and wake up early. Truly. I have been drinking my nightly medicine at 9pm, and it helped me sleep early. But the downside of drinking my nightly medicine is that I sleep longer than I want to. Sometimes, when I drink my meds at 9pm, I also wake up at 9am. Sometimes, I drink my meds at 9pm, and I wake up early… but I feel dazed and confused after. That’s insane.
I feel like my body got used to sleeping more because of the meds, and as much as I love sleeping for longer hours (and I quote my therapist once again, “sleep is medicine”), I want to go back to the normal 8-9 hours of proper sleep. I need to talk to my therapist about adjusting the medicine intake soon.
In the meantime, I drank my nightly medicine at 8:30pm. Will this work? I will see about that. I don’t feel slee… oh, there you go. My fingers are getting numb now. See you in the next post.
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So, what do I want to talk about?
Well, first, let me talk about one hell of a week.
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