Oh, you all help so much, and mean so much to me... What would I do without all of you and this wonderful place that we share?

Anyway, I have been trying to very slowly wean off Trazodone that I take for sleep and when I try to do that, things get worse. I know I need it. I needed it for awhile before I ever started taking it.

If I try to skip a day of Provigil I can't get out of the chair or keep my eyes open at all. This just isn't fair. My dad worked into his 80s. I always envisioned myself as being a mirror image of his health. Why does this have to happen to us. We could do so much in this world, and in this life.

But then maybe I'm putting too much value on employment. Maybe I need to put value on life itself, and its quality?