Well, the sleeping pill course has come to a end, and the doctor says I have to try without them. I only had 14 pills, but the sleep they allowed me, made me feel human again. Now the long dark lonely nights are back with avengance and at 4am with no sleep, tears slowly make their way onto the pillow. Is this what I have to accept as my fate. The sleepless night is a sad place to be and as I try listening to some music on my ipod it seems to make the tears flow more. It seems like years ( in fact it is) that i have discovered insomnia as a bedmate and wish i could sleep the deep sleep that I vaguely remember. Today will be a wasted day, not able to focus on things and never being far from from spilling more tears. I am dreading the night already.
_The mist on the river
The morning arrives
