Today I woke up not sleepy. After yesterday, that is a blessing. Yesterday was a sleep day. Meaning I slept the day into the night away. Today I do not feel that. It's my illness, not my depression, I keep stressing this because I want my mind to get it. It is okay. This is, now, part of who I am. I don't have to like it, but I also don't need to fight with it. There is enough negative without that. Plus I have understanding people in my life who get it, or even if they don't get it(neither do I), accept it and are okay with it. They don't think less of me. That is something I need to remind myself.