insomnia. yay.
Aug. 8th, 2008 01:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keladry_lupinCan't sleep. It's too late to take anything that would help me sleep, so I just have to tough it out and find caffeine in the morning. Thank goodness it's Friday.
I think it's an anxiety attack. I don't get them often, but it just seems like everything is going wrong, and everything I've ever done was the most idiotic thing that I could have chosen, and it's all about to implode on me at once. That feeling of, It's coming, you know it's coming. I'm freaking out about a lot of things as it is, which is what probably brought this on tonight. I'm tired, but I'm AWAKE.
So. I will list seven things that I'm grateful/glad/fangirly about each time I'm annoyed/disappointed/discouraged.
1. my darling![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
deemichelle: friend and co-conspirator
2. co-worker Diane, who is the person who has given me something to think about now that the library book club has died. She and CJ and I are going to meet occasionally for a Finer Things sort of club, and our first meeting will focus on The Guernsey Literary and Potato-Peel Pie Society
3. memes like this that help me keep my chin up when I'm at my lowest (whoever thought of it, THANKS)
4. the moderators and owners of OWL, TPP, Ashwinder, and the other archives I visit when I need to escape
5. Ghirardelli, for making such delicious chocolate
6. Plato, who is often a cure for boredom ... but occasionally a cure for insomnia, too (depends on which Dialogue I'm reading)
7.copperbadge, because you can't make that shit up. (Feel better soon!)
I know it'll be okay. I know that I'll wake up in a few hours and feel capable of facing the day. I know it isn't all imploding on me and that I will find ways to deal with the tough stuff that will still be here in the morning. I also know that all the tough stuff I'm fretting over won't be here in the morning.
*hugs flist* Thanks for being there, loves. I don't know what I'd do without you all.
I think it's an anxiety attack. I don't get them often, but it just seems like everything is going wrong, and everything I've ever done was the most idiotic thing that I could have chosen, and it's all about to implode on me at once. That feeling of, It's coming, you know it's coming. I'm freaking out about a lot of things as it is, which is what probably brought this on tonight. I'm tired, but I'm AWAKE.
So. I will list seven things that I'm grateful/glad/fangirly about each time I'm annoyed/disappointed/discouraged.
1. my darling
deemichelle: friend and co-conspirator2. co-worker Diane, who is the person who has given me something to think about now that the library book club has died. She and CJ and I are going to meet occasionally for a Finer Things sort of club, and our first meeting will focus on The Guernsey Literary and Potato-Peel Pie Society
3. memes like this that help me keep my chin up when I'm at my lowest (whoever thought of it, THANKS)
4. the moderators and owners of OWL, TPP, Ashwinder, and the other archives I visit when I need to escape
5. Ghirardelli, for making such delicious chocolate
6. Plato, who is often a cure for boredom ... but occasionally a cure for insomnia, too (depends on which Dialogue I'm reading)
7.
copperbadge, because you can't make that shit up. (Feel better soon!)I know it'll be okay. I know that I'll wake up in a few hours and feel capable of facing the day. I know it isn't all imploding on me and that I will find ways to deal with the tough stuff that will still be here in the morning. I also know that all the tough stuff I'm fretting over won't be here in the morning.
*hugs flist* Thanks for being there, loves. I don't know what I'd do without you all.
