Running on Empty.

 Last night I had another good night's sleep, I think that's very important, lack of sleep can begin to break you down. The pills seem to be working wonders, I take one around ten and I'm off to dream land. Usually I don't wake up until six in the morning. I really feel that was 90% of my problem, I was averaging about three and a half hours of sleep a night, usually I need at least eight. Not enough sleep means you can't think straight (no pun intended), my hands and feet begin to cramp up and twitch constantly. I become emotional, everything makes me cry.  I feel my rhythm is coming back, I even take short naps during the day now, something I couldn't even think of a few days ago. My appetite is returning, no significant crying today, my dry mouth is gone, so is that sick feeling in my stomach. It's frightening how one thing going off kilter can cause a chain reaction. If the sleeping pills didn't work, I would be in serious trouble.

 Also the socializing, that's important. My brain needs to interact with another person, without it the loneliness hits. I need to be sure and get out at least every second day. I have talked to people on the phone but that doesn't seem to fully cut it, I need to interact with people even if we are six feet apart. This day was a much better day, thank you everyone who left comments, sent emails, sent phone numbers or ecards. Some day I would love to meet many of you.