A combination of stress, biological clock, and the full blown obsession with my favorite ship’s tea.
I just need endless interaction. It is the most inopportune time, it’s Monday late night for Christ’s sake, and it’s Tuesday in Taiwan.
Even fiction, my comfort food, can’t keep my focus or lure me to sleep.
I’m pretty sure I have not taken meds for hypomania in 3 months but tonight I absolutely Have to.
I was scared my depression rants is gonna scare off a fellow depression survivor, I was always more morbidly honest through texts that face to face conversation.
Am not looking forward to the anniversary event, hopefully Saturday’s meetup would really recharge me.