Nothing new to add except that I've gotten worse rather than better. The doctor has changed around my pills but while the sleeping tablets do make me sleep for a little while, the combination of pills I'm on seems to make me more tired, not less. I'm basically a zombie right now.
I've put patreon on pause last month because since the insomnia hit, I've not been able to get any writing done and I obviously don't want to charge people while I'm not writing. Will probably put it on pause next month too, but will wait closer to the end of the month incase I miraculously get better and get a whole bunch of writing done.
Now for my crazy person rant of the day, which is that, since the insomnia hit, I've become extremely depressed, anxious and emotional (it's actually worse than it was last time, if that's possible to believe. Last time I was a lot more manic. Felt kind of like being bi-polar, so I was very up and down. This time it's just down.) Either way, looking through threads on CYS has made me feel super bad and guilty all the time. I keep writing out several paragraph long rants and then deleting them because I realize how crazy they are. (I know this post makes me sound crazy enough, but it's actually really, really tame compared to the rants I typed out before.)
I don't know what to say now. This is another part where I had a big paragraph typed out and then deleted it because it was stupid and self-rightous and crazy, but I guess all I want to say is that the world is a shitty, shitty place and everybody is going through their own horrible shit. I know I've dealt with enough shit of my own, but then some people have been through shit that's more horrible than I can even imagine. (I went to a SOBS meeting on Tuesday (Survivors Of Berevement by Suicide) and there was one woman at the meeting who had a husband and three sons. One of her sons committed suicide and following that, both her husband and another one of her sons committed suicide within the next 18 months. I have no idea how the fuck a person can go on when life is that unfair.)
Anyway, most people keep all the shit they've been through bottled up and don't even talk about it. I don't even know what I'm saying. I guess what I'm saying is that everybody can make the world a better place if we all were a bit kinder to one another (which is pretty rich coming from me, but still.) Not sure why I'm saying this exactly except that my brain is completely fucked up. Hopefully I'll be back to normal soon and not talking like a crazy person and not typing out several paragraph long rants that I just end up deleting. Either way, I'll post this one because reading through it all, it is by far the least crazy. :p