My Three Day Weekend

Yesterday I decided to stay home--translation; stay in my bed all day. The only time I left my apartment was to go visit my psychiatrist who thinks that I am doing better these days. I must admit that I agree with him. Ever since I have been taking Cymbalta, my mood has been so much better. Work doesn't bother me like it used to, or as much as it used to. I don't have as many scary dreams as I used to. I don't think about killing myself like I used to. The only things that haven't changed is that I am still not comfortable in my surroundings. Whenever I wake up, I still feel disoriented not knowing where I am. The smallest sound makes me feel as if someone is in my apartment standing over me waiting to attack me. And my sleep pattern is still off. Although I must say the Cymbalta has my sleep pattern at a hit or miss. At one point, I had to take sleeping pills in order to go to sleep. Now I will either fall asleep on my own or go one or two nights without sleep. The reason why I don't want to take the sleeping pills often are for two reason. One, my body will get immune to them such that they stop working, and two, the pills I am taking can cause weight gain. The last thing I want to do is gain more weight. I am in the process of changing my eating habits and what I eat. I never realized how much thought has to go into that. I haven't done too much today but watch videoes on vh1. They're playing all the music that I grew up to. Music used to sound so good......