Still alive.

Still living in this place which drains the life from me. Have been in group therapy since December. While I feel that it helps, I can't really point my finger at anything that has improved. Just a better understanding of things, and the certain knowledge that I'm not alone.

For the past couple of weeks, I've had a much harder time sleeping than usual. Some nights I lie awake until dawn (which, at this time of year, happens at what most people would consider the middle of the night this far north). The main thing that keeps me awake is thoughts. I have so much on my mind. So many things I need to do, want to do, should do, and can't do.

I don't have a particular purpose behind this entry. Just wanted to say that I'm still here, and that very little has changed.