An alright day.
Last night I had a dream where I lived in a commune with my closest friends. I got an Easter package from Zoya; there was an already filled calendar and an address book.
I woke up when my alarm clock rang, and I was like "Oh no, you don't!" and turned it off. And continued sleeping till half past three o'clock in the afternoon.
My sleeping pattern has changed again; I stay up late, and sleep all the way to the afternoon. I hate it because I always miss most of the day, but I cannot help it. I simply cannot change the things in my life using pure willpower. And besides, I cannot function if I ams sleeby.
I got up anyway, took my morning meds and went back to bed.
I got up again, got dressed, and went to the bus stop. I took a bus to Majakka, had some coffee, and took part in the support group for people who have delusions. The leader gave each of us an article of jewelry, I got pink glitter plastic butterfly earrings.
I kept on tearing at my cuticles until I made my fingers bleed.
After the group, I took a bus and a tram downtown and went to the shopping mall to look for new clothes.
In the evening, I took a train back home and went to the grocery shop.
Once back home, I took my evening meds and then I went to bed.
I feel hyperaware of my itchy skin and long nails and also that I haven't washed my hands. I should just stop scratching my skin and touching my face.
Tomorrow I will go to a modern art museum with Mirette.
On Saturday, I will do the weekly housework; I will tidy up the bathroom, change the towels and bed sheets, take out the recycling.
On Sunday, I will go visit my parents.
I woke up when my alarm clock rang, and I was like "Oh no, you don't!" and turned it off. And continued sleeping till half past three o'clock in the afternoon.
My sleeping pattern has changed again; I stay up late, and sleep all the way to the afternoon. I hate it because I always miss most of the day, but I cannot help it. I simply cannot change the things in my life using pure willpower. And besides, I cannot function if I ams sleeby.
I got up anyway, took my morning meds and went back to bed.
I got up again, got dressed, and went to the bus stop. I took a bus to Majakka, had some coffee, and took part in the support group for people who have delusions. The leader gave each of us an article of jewelry, I got pink glitter plastic butterfly earrings.
I kept on tearing at my cuticles until I made my fingers bleed.
After the group, I took a bus and a tram downtown and went to the shopping mall to look for new clothes.
In the evening, I took a train back home and went to the grocery shop.
Once back home, I took my evening meds and then I went to bed.
I feel hyperaware of my itchy skin and long nails and also that I haven't washed my hands. I should just stop scratching my skin and touching my face.
Tomorrow I will go to a modern art museum with Mirette.
On Saturday, I will do the weekly housework; I will tidy up the bathroom, change the towels and bed sheets, take out the recycling.
On Sunday, I will go visit my parents.