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My life's still full of ups and downs. The good thing is that I am learning to keep my little obsessions more to myself, nowadays.

I had a reasonable week. I got in touch with some friends (I am meeting with my best friend from school on Sunday), read a lot, worked hard. I had some problems with Zoloft, so I am not taking it till I go back to my doctor next week.

I have to say that I am actually happier without, aside from sleeping. I am better able to focus, I have been more productive at work, more active than I have been in a while.

Yesterday  I was screaming. On Sunday night I had nightmares that left me shaken in the morning. I managed some simple tasks in the morning ( a feast even on one of my best days), but I was fuming in my head while I was driving. Luckily one of my colleagues made me laugh about one of my nightmares so I managed to relax straigthaway.

Today I am feeling a bit better. I am off and this usually helps. I worked 5 days straight and I was feeling it.

I hate it. That I am as fragile, whiny and boring as my journal entries.