I've been trying to reduce my drugs, having discussed it with my psych. I've been taking 200mg quetiapine, rather than 300mg, and here I am - up and about, so not the most successful trial in history. Back to 300mg tomorrow night, I think. It's curious how much difference it has made, especially as the psych said it wouldn't. My sleep pattern says otherwise. I am quite awake - had the vanilla milk, as usual, and now I'm trying to stay off eBay, whose siren song is singing. Parcels are still arriving from my high - I still have some to open, but it's too depressing to think of all the money I've spent.
Once again it seems as though I'm the only person on the planet. The wind is blowing, but not nearly as badly as last night - I gather that trees are down elsewhere in Dorset.
I'll try to sleep now.
I spent 16 years in the RAF defending the Free World , then got bunged out unceremoniously for being bipolar. I and was subsequently diagnosed with PTSD. Funny old world, isn't it?