I took my vitamins, and I swear one of them had B12 in it, so I was tossing and turning all night.

I found that I was dreaming, and in that dream, I finally told them off. I finally broke away from my trauma. It was glorious. It was a strong feeling. My heart kept beating and beating, and I thought I was going to have a heart attack. It’s never been beaten so much. I hated it. Kept me up all night.

I then tried to switch my mind to fandom stuff. Smut, mainly. That’s what the brain wanted, apparently. I wanted fight scenes, though I did get through the end of Heart of Thorns. That was depressing.

The arguing in my mind started again. I was agitated to death.

I hope I get better sleep tonight. It’s Juneteenth tomorrow, I can take a sleep aid tonight and not have to worry about waking up early for work tomorrow. I think I’ll do that.