Loss of Ground

Ahh... yes... who was that whom didn't stand their ground after all? That would be me. Yup, me. But, at least one good thing came out of it. I heard a few words I needed to hear so that I could move on.

"The way I treat you... so bad."

"You know you do?"

"Yeah..." Then following it up with statements that make it clear he has no intention of changing that fact. Suddenly, he doesn't look as beautiful in my eyes anymore. He's kind of really shitty at this being human thing after all. He may be able to have a good time (or so it seems) and he may be comfortable in his job and in other ways... but at this being fully human thing, he fucking sucks.

My meds have also been causing me some problems lately. I haven't been sleeping well. Anxiety is getting the best of me. I'm only 29 years old... I shouldn't go to bed thinking that I won't make it through the night. I mean, granted, there's always the possibility. But, it's actually quite slim. My doc upped my dosage again. Hopefully that'll work.