The anticipation and hope I’ve felt during the past two weeks for my appointment with Dr. Johnson and for a med that might be helpful is what sustained me while I continued to rake in only 3 hours of sleep a night. I was positive, focused on external issues, energized and so very hopeful. You probably saw it on the blog; I felt stable because of the promise of stability. I was able to look ahead at my goals and enjoy color and music and taste.
But I have fallen. And fallen quickly.
So now I have to hang on, again, and try not to let my hands slip. Looking ahead is not an option.
