The Day After

Still here today. I took an atarax to sleep last night. Today was better. Not good, but better. I'll take it. Now, as I write, my skin is burning again. I guess the nerve endings are doing their little thing. I also have this exhaustion going on. The old agitated exhaustion I've come to know and hate. The abilify is waiting. I think it has followed me from the bedroom to the living room, but I'm not quite sure. Take me, take me, it says. My psychiatrist says so too. I will try it. Not tonight though. I'm alone in the house. No safety net tonight. I'll muddle through.