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.