This post is going to focus on my steady decline after the most hellish night I have ever had. Read on…

Some night at the beginning of June I woke up drenched with sweat and shaking violently. I had an unavoidable need to vomit, but it hurt my head to just open my eyes. At this time, I had no idea what was wrong with me, but I felt more horrible than I ever had. It wasn’t just the nausea, my body ached, my head ached and my back pain was excruciating. Soon, I realized I hadn’t taken...

yeah, another night of nightmares this time about my grandma who died in about 1989. I feel like Ray Charles in "Ray." But not nearly as bad. See, I can remember watching what he went through and be grateful.
I didn't drink or use any drugs last night. I went to bed at 9 and got up at 2 am. My husband drank and used all evening pills, vodka, and smoked opium. I'm not judging him, I just wish we were on the same page.
I need to get some novels to read in the bedroom and...