This is not a drill.

I awoke this morning in a haze. I hadn’t slept well, again, due to pain and general non-exertion.  I tell people in all seriousness that my anti-anxiety and anti-depressant cocktail of meds aren’t tuned for “inactive Melissa”. I had nightmares during my fitful hours of sleep, and when they’re at their worst they always take the low road, invoking memories of my shitty childhood. The general theme usually involves something near and dear to me being taken away at the last second, and my childhood self spends the rest of the nightmare frantically trying to put my world back in Read More