Last night I had trouble getting to sleep.
The past few weeks sleep has been more like a chore. The dreams started again. Those vivid and bizarre images coming out of my imagination. I am no longer dreaming of people wanting to kill me. I guess that's a good sign that things are getting better. Getting to sleep is the hardest. Once I am asleep it's usually not broken for a good few hours.
I start going off my anti depressants today. I'm both excited and scared at the same time. They have reduced my dose to 30 mg a day and I am to take that amount a day for a week. I then have an appointment booked next week with my psychologist to see how I am going on 30mg. If I am okay, then I start taking the tablets on alternative days for a week or so and then stop all together. But if I am not okay, then I have to take 30mg for a month or a bit more so my body can adjust.
In other news our cat, Lou Lou or better known as lubemobile or lubatron has become increasingly more annoying. Especially if she is sleeping in my bedroom at night. There is no getting rid of her. If my door is shut before she gets the opportunity to get into my room she will cry to my Mum to let her outside, then she will jump on my window and cry for me to let her into my room. Lou Lou sleeping is no problem, I can handle that, it's when she wakes up and wants to wake me up for pats. On more than a few occasions I have awoken to her just sitting next to me staring at me for me to wake up. Talk about freaky.
It's 11am and I have not even eaten breakfast yet. I guess if I had good cereal I would be more in the mood to be bothered but right now I'm justlooking at toast. Ew.
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