I’m exhausted because I’ve actually been up doing something today, but that is better than becoming a frozen statue in bed, staring at the walls and wondering if rope or a belt or something else is the best material to create a noose that will hold. My head doesn’t feel quite as foggy, though I can tell me thinking is slower than usual.
Also, a psychiatric nurse I had left a message with called back this evening, and I will see her in a week. She told me not to give up, that she believed we could work together and help me feel better. Furthermore, starting next week, I’ll get to see E twice a week. So maybe I won’t need that noose, at least not in the next few days.