I struggled from 6 AM to 1:30 PM to get out of bed.  At one point, I woke up, smoked, and finally managed a few tender hours of sleep.  Unfortunately, life being what it is, I was, soon after waking, reminded of the horror that occurs constantly around the world.  The idea has been pressing on me ever since.  I can’t allow myself to think for a minute.  If I do, I will certainly slip between my bedsheets and never come out.  I’m fighting that intense desire.  Depression is calling to me from the bedroom, and I’m begging no.

My head is killing me.  I can’t take Excedrin, though it’s the only thing that ever works on me.  Brw believes if I take it, I’ll tumble lower because of the caffeine.  I suppose he’s right.  Even decaf gets me jittery sometimes, and my heart rate is already elevated.  I keep oscillating between the literal and figurative pain in my head.

We need to save all the little girls of the world.  We need to make sure no one ever goes through what victims and survivors of sexual assault go through.

The flashbacks.  Oh, god, just the flashbacks.