So much I could say. So much has gotten to me lately. I’m constantly tired. I’m sleeping 7-8 hours at night plus 1-3 hours late afternoon. Tired. Work is ok. I’m pushing through. I’m getting things done. I’m still fighting for my future. I’m not sure what future that is or how long it will last or be. Who knows. I think I’m destined to die young but hope I get old. It’s all confusing. I’m too unsettled and indecisive. Maybe I really do need to up my dose of meds. I don’t know. I’ll maybe keep riding it out for now. Bipolar is killing me.