March 11th - Late
Terrible day. Last night my stomach went off. The ulcer or whatever the hell it is set off making sleep impossible and my internals spasming. I put up with it during the night but knew come the morning when things are bad, I would have a double problem. I spent all day in a fog of suicidal plans. Over and over for hours. In the end it was all I could see. The worst I have ever been. Physical symptoms making me sick, dizzy, a fog across my mind, reduced to single words, pains and my stomach felt like it had been punched repeatedly. My muscles spasming all night and morning. I spent a bare 45 minutes up today before finally "getting up" at 5.15pm. I stared at the TV for hours. My brain 30 seconds behind the quiz shows. My upper thoughts just not there. Half my mind missing. A new series of pains sweeps my right torso. New. Different. Sharp and painful. Ho hum. I ignore them and tell no one. What good would it do. Depressed. Hopeless. Feelings of being broken, useless and a bur...