a good night's sleep is overrated.
There's cookie crumbs all around my keyboard. It'd probably be a good idea for me to clean those up before they end up in my keyboard.
So I'm just going to go ahead and throw it out there that this is definitely not going to be a "heylookatmeihadagoodday" kind of entry. Now that you know you can choose whether or not you really want to continue reading this.
The rewrite of my final paper for my mini-semester course was due at noon this past Friday. I didn't turn in anything--didn't even E-mail the teacher. Instead I stayed up all night, cried on the phone at 8:30 am while my therapist talked, then went to sleep at 10 am. I didn't get up until 2 and that was only because Cait woke me up. Come to think of it Cait's been the one to wake me up the past few days. Saturday she saved my ass from being late for babysitting. Today she decided, as she had also done on Friday, that 2 pm was a good time for me to wake up.
Which brings me to my next topic: sleep. I can't seem to get enough of it. I had thought I was exhausted from having missed a few doses of Lexapro, but I haven't missed any since I realized what I had been doing. This past week I missed one appointment that was at 11 am. I don't even remember my alarms going off and I had set three of them. The only reason I woke up was because the doctor called to ask if I was okay since I hadn't shown up. I managed to get out of bed after that for about a whole 2 1/2 hours. I fell back asleep at 2, missed my class at 2:30, and didn't wake up until 7 pm. If I hadn't had something to do that night, I wouldn't have gotten out of bed for the rest of the night.
I know that sometimes when you get too much sleep it can make you tired, but this is ridiculous. I'll have eight hours to sleep before I need to wake up, but I just can't get out of bed, let alone open my eyes. The really shitty part is the fact that, as tired as I am, when I actually decide to go to bed I can't sleep--I toss and turn for at least an hour, sometimes more.
I really don't want to go to class tomorrow. I haven't done any of the work that I was supposed to do, and I can't stand going to class unprepared. I'm just so unhappy. I hate it. I had really been feeling good for about two weeks, right up until the final week of vacation. That's when everything started to slip down hill. There have been moments where I think I'll be able to get my head back up above water, but then something comes along and pushes me back under.
No wonder I'm sleeping all the time--what's the point of getting out of bed if I'm just going to feel like shit the whole time I'm awake?
So I'm just going to go ahead and throw it out there that this is definitely not going to be a "heylookatmeihadagoodday" kind of entry. Now that you know you can choose whether or not you really want to continue reading this.
The rewrite of my final paper for my mini-semester course was due at noon this past Friday. I didn't turn in anything--didn't even E-mail the teacher. Instead I stayed up all night, cried on the phone at 8:30 am while my therapist talked, then went to sleep at 10 am. I didn't get up until 2 and that was only because Cait woke me up. Come to think of it Cait's been the one to wake me up the past few days. Saturday she saved my ass from being late for babysitting. Today she decided, as she had also done on Friday, that 2 pm was a good time for me to wake up.
Which brings me to my next topic: sleep. I can't seem to get enough of it. I had thought I was exhausted from having missed a few doses of Lexapro, but I haven't missed any since I realized what I had been doing. This past week I missed one appointment that was at 11 am. I don't even remember my alarms going off and I had set three of them. The only reason I woke up was because the doctor called to ask if I was okay since I hadn't shown up. I managed to get out of bed after that for about a whole 2 1/2 hours. I fell back asleep at 2, missed my class at 2:30, and didn't wake up until 7 pm. If I hadn't had something to do that night, I wouldn't have gotten out of bed for the rest of the night.
I know that sometimes when you get too much sleep it can make you tired, but this is ridiculous. I'll have eight hours to sleep before I need to wake up, but I just can't get out of bed, let alone open my eyes. The really shitty part is the fact that, as tired as I am, when I actually decide to go to bed I can't sleep--I toss and turn for at least an hour, sometimes more.
I really don't want to go to class tomorrow. I haven't done any of the work that I was supposed to do, and I can't stand going to class unprepared. I'm just so unhappy. I hate it. I had really been feeling good for about two weeks, right up until the final week of vacation. That's when everything started to slip down hill. There have been moments where I think I'll be able to get my head back up above water, but then something comes along and pushes me back under.
No wonder I'm sleeping all the time--what's the point of getting out of bed if I'm just going to feel like shit the whole time I'm awake?