Sleeping pills are odd, sometimes they do exactly what you want – keeping you asleep until you rise naturally feeling rested. But sometimes they fuck up your entire next day. I woke up, dragged my butt out of bed to get to a doctors appointment but was still half asleep in his office. I went back to my apartment after that to get some food before class, and as I sat on my couch not a thought passed through my brain.
I made it to class five minutes late and barely spoke once on a film and reading I had already done because I was so foggy.
Then I went to work and couldn’t put words together in a sensible way when I needed to.
My day kept going, and I kept being slow and foggy and my anxiety kept rising as my abilities continued to fall beneath my usual standards.
I tried to help a friend with a paper and do that paper myself but felt more hampering than helpful as I wasted the hours with absolutely no ability to be productive.
And then I went out to celebrate a friends birthday, to a bar where the music is so loud that I can’t hear people a foot in front of me leg along carry a conversation.
While I’m on the subject, I don’t understand what people chat about at bars. It seems like the people around me have endless things to say and I feel like I never learned how to get past hi and how was your day. When I’m working I can talk about work and when I’m in school I can talk about school. But I feel like I don’t have a life outside of that. I’m terrified that I’ve developed this depressed and lonely life that I’m incapable of inviting others into because it doesn’t really exist.
Just like what was apparently my only useful personal characteristic prior to today, my ability to think and speak.
So those are my thoughts before sleep. Scary and personal and sad… and hopefully temporary.