Ugggh! What I wouldn’t give to be able to sleep for more than three or four hours at a time.

Take meds, you say? Check.

The thing about medicine. Your brain is stronger than any sleep medicine, sooo.. yeah, there’s that.

I’m going through a very manic stage right now. At this point, I’d take depression over mania. Anything to sleep.

Oddly enough, I’m not tired. I work with people who are 20 years my junior, who walk out dragging in the morning. On a normal (not mania-infused) day, I’m good. Maybe a little worse for the wear, but definitely not dragging. But lately, that dopamine… whew.

Yesterday, I saw the stripper. (A few years ago, this idiot friend of mine likened my therapist to a stripper. “You pay her, and she tells you what you want.” I told him, “She’s the worst stripper ever!!!! She never tells me what I want.”) She asked me if I had been impulsive lately. I told her that I hadn’t physically, but I had a million and one projects in my head that I wanted to start.

My brain seriously will not shut off, y’all.

Ideas…?