Today the bodily jerks that have continued from waking til now are most certainly getting me down.
I just want them to stop. I have an important meeting tomorrow that I must be clear headed for, and at this rate the torment will prevent me thinking straight.
I hope I sleep, I really do.
My psychiatrist is a lovely guy.
He listens carefully and helps me to make sense of my thoughts, and suggests ways to address the concurrent issues that I’m facing.
I sense that he genuinely feels my pain and sometimes my despair. That does help too.