No, not the night terrors, auditory hallucinations, and the OCD feral human survivalist of my entirely unmedicated self, but still... not nice.
Maybe Seasonal Affective Disorder too? I don't need that.
Sleep is always better than falling apart.
I've resigned myself that I'll probably cause as much trouble as my crazy grandma did when she flamed out (and my mom has expressed that same fear) but God willing I won't bite any paramedics or try to kick any cops in the balls as they are strapping me to the gurney.
I only share a quarter of my crazy grandma's genes but unfortunately none of my grandparents were very well put-together. Rocket scientist semi-functional autistic spectrum, anxiety disorders, and major depression... and other stuff. It's all in my blood.
Every day is a new adventure. I live for the magnificent adventures and even after a string of bad adventures, in my most awful pessimistic suck-the-life-out-of-everything state, I've always nurtured this tiny spark of hope that a very fine adventure will be along shortly.
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