Setting all that down in writing was actually therapeutic…
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I feel somehow lighter today. I think it helps that I got some sleep last night. My sleep pattern is all messed up… I wake every hour in the night, and come morning I feel as if I haven’t slept at all. I got some sleeping pills from the doctor this week, to try and reset that pattern. He gave me some right after Stephen died, and also some Valium. When they ran out, I thought I could tough it out – I don’t need no sleeping pills!
Yeah. Back in the real world, I’m not ashamed to need a little pharmaceutical help. I leaned heavily on my Valium crutch in the days surrounding his funeral.
It’s probably better that I use the sleeping pill, rather than vodka tonics, right?