UFf... what is wrong with me? Less than twelve hours ago I was supposed to be strangling myself. This evening as it turned into night, those thoughts became minimal. Then I was surged with thoughts of happiness. Not thoughts of happiness, perse. Just happiness.
I played with Leigh. We played catch and soccer and hide-and-seek with the ball. I chased him, he chased me. He actually listened to me when I told him not to go in the bathroom and closed the door for me. Because I was so happy, I believe he was happy.
Now, this lasted until about half an hour before bed time. (About two hours it lasted) The thoughts returned to me. It was time to die again. Huh. Fascinating.
This medication is making me so tired though. How can I go to one extreme to the other so quickly? I'm googling it!
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