7-30

Fatigue marks my every step as I wearily plod through the house towards my bedroom and my nice comfy bed. I can barely hold my head up as the sandman begins to work his magic. My eyelids close then blink awake even as I write this blog. Such a long, weary, emotionally draining day. Answering some questions, avoiding others. I actually had thoughts last night that are NOT normal.. I will not be taking prozac again--suicidal thoughts are a side effect.. Tonight, I lay my weary head to rest on my pillows, awaiting the blissful sleep to take away the physical pain that has manifested itself..