I’ve stopped sleeping well. When the TV goes off, or when the room goes quiet, or when visual stimuli go away such as when the lights go down or my eyes close, or when my dreams stop and my consciousness returns, my mind is crowded. In the past 24 hours, the usual crowding has acquired a soundtrack: Bryan Adams’ “Please Forgive Me.” So I finally looked up the lyrics today. :/

I need the strength to stop seeing things that bother me. I need the mental and emotional stability to see those things and not be affected. I need to regain the larger-picture heaven-down perspective of life that I used to access.

Or maybe I just need to get away.

No, that probably wouldn’t work; I’m as away as I can be right now, in the Dominican Republic, clad in a bikini top and denim shorts in the VIP lounge of a top-rated resort, I finally debloated so I’m comfortable (relatively) in my skin, and what am I doing? Blogging my mental issues. =P

I’m not sure what the solution is. Therapy, maybe. The yellows seem to be fleeting these days. It takes work and tremendous effort in silencing the head to bring them to the foreground, and only a careless slip caused by lack of concentration, a scent, a sound, a written word, a view, a song, for the dark blanket to settle over me.

I’m fine, I’m fine.

Okay, I’m working on it.