I slept 3.5 hours Friday night
I slept 4 ish hours Saturday night
I slept 0 hours Sunday night
And judging from my cold sweats shaking and isolating myself to my room and recurring crying episodes I probably won’t sleep again tonight.
Short but sweet actually. I went out to a live music place without feeling panicky. I went out with good friends without feeling guilty for not doing something. I got to be a support for a friend that was feeling down. I got to try something more I was afraid of. Also, I got to wear heels without feeling nauseous about being potentially attractive. After all that I thought I'd never sleep, but I slept deep and well and woke up before my alarm with no memory if there were any dreams, good of bad.