Psych Meds, Sleeplessness and Existential Dread

It's Saturday night and I am alone.  All I can think of is how much I miss him.  I don't feel well.  I do the only thing that will keep my attention; I write for hours.  Finally I've filled some ten plus pages of paper and it's just late enough for sleep and I want … Continue reading Psych Meds, Sleeplessness and Existential Dread