Day One

Last night had been the first night in about a week I didn't need my Xanax to fall asleep. I started meditating again, and if felt so perfectly nice that I didn't even notice myself drifting off into a dreamland abyss. 

My dreams were nightmarish; scaring me...something that hasn't happened to me in a while. All of my friends along with my parents and a few acquaintances played roles in my dream. It's as though I was ready part from it all...seeing the ones I loved one last time.

But I woke up, reading a text from my lovely boyfriend, whom I'm so infatuated with.

I have my Peace and Justice class in an hour and I have yet to have something to eat, nor have I had my morning cigarette yet. My stomach is killing me...maybe drinking all day yesterday wasn't such a good idea. I found myself hugging the toilet for dear life after my shower this morning; my vision blurring in and out. 

On that note, I'll find some way to rid myself of this current illness.

Be Peaceful. Be Free.