Adjusting. Logging. Watching. Waiting. We aren't getting anywhere. Checking. Correcting. Checking again. 12am. 2am. 4am. At 6am my day begins, even though I'm not sure where yesterday ends. Its easy to fall into the motions of the day, but its hard to stay focused. Its hard to think clearly.
Its a struggle to not feel defeated in times like these, or incapable when all you see are highs. Its hard to care about anything besides getting through the day. Waiting for the next number, so you can try....try...and try again. Deciding what needs to be done next. Waiting for that next number. Trying to get anywhere....only to see that you are getting nowhere. What a fucked up disease this is.
Moving my blog again
7 years ago