Sunday, March 11, 2012

An apology

So I haven't been quite clear with you all recently, and I apologize. My troubles were apparently a lot bigger than I gave them credit.

I've had a lot of trouble sleeping for the past week and a half. It wasn't that the Choir was keeping me awake, I just... forced myself to stay alert.

I spent a week and a half with little to no sleep, trying to rediscover the voices I used to hear, even though I knew what would probably happen if I found them...

I got a little unbalanced, I guess. Chelsea slipped some sleeping medication into my food a couple of days ago. I passed out for a full 20 hours. I woke up earlier this morning.

Chelsea's convinced me to go back on the sleeping pill regiment, at least until I can agree to go find better help. She wants me to go to a doctor, and I know I won't be able to do that. She's worrying more and more about me, and if I don't come clean to her soon, I'm worried she's going to force me to see a doctor. I just don't know how to go about doing this, though. Nothing seems to have worked so far.


  1. Oh good, you're still alive. If not quite awake.

    Again, sorry about having to cancel my trip, I do wish I had the chance to see you, but circumstances simply did not pan out that way.

    I did, however, manage to drop by the town and do a few chores. Oh, and I left roses on Grandmama's resting place. You really should go and pay your respects, you know.

    - Have a Nice Day

  2. You can die from sleep deprivation, just so you know.