Insomnia journal
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Last published Wed, Jan 29, 2020
Basically, this is where I will publish the stuff that happens when I'm unable to sleep at all. Yes, the cover photo is a stock image. Don't judge me.
Ranging from feeling like I'm being watched to even God doesn't know what, these are things that kept me up at night on the days that my insomnia hits hard.
I am publishing these to, hopefully, get help finding out what's going on in my head, and in my hall. Maybe some of you will find this to be a good read, and I hope you do, but I'm in need of help getting to the bottom of my insomnia "moments."
Disclaimer: The words you will be reading are 100% really what I could describe as "real." Some of it may be fake, but it's hard for me to tell, since it's literally past 4 am. Some of these even pass into my first class at 8. If you are dealing with insomnia, like myself, and you have resources that can help, please use those resources to your advantage. I, however, could not find reliable help, even from melatonin, or benadryl. Do not take the topic lightly, because this may, one day, be evidence to something dramatic. Even though there is a low chance in anyone being killed by a possible stalker, it's still there.
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