I’m going to ask my psychiatrist for a med that treats trauma. I’ve been having these daily flashbacks since, I don’t know, 2010? Time to take charge. Time to say that I’m worth it.

In addition, I will get a sleep apnea oral appliance so I can treat my sleep apnea without the damn CPAP machine that I can’t get to work at all.

In addition, I’m going to see if I have a chance, or do have, AFib or Atrial Fibrillation. My heart acts funny.

I will get through this, even if the next few months see me self-destructing with the stuff I’m about to do soon enough.

(I’m going to attempt something, and if I’m not successful, or I was wrong about the situation, then I’ll let it go. Forever.)

Sorry, just pumping myself up for the next few months, and giving myself a good kick in the ass to get myself out of this rut of grief.