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My temper has been off the grid.. I sit quietly trying to contain, what feels like pressure wanting to blow off the lid.. Today, I practically went into a coma.. My sleep has been off and on like a switch.. From high alert to space cadet like hazes.. The nightmares seem to come in waves, as if I'm still awake but stuck to the sheets.. Curled up and aware of the silent beats.. Straining my eyes closed to hopefully go into a sleep. where I wake up and don't remember, my memory doesn't keep. If I open my eyes to the dark, the images run rampant and the sounds become real.. the OCD like tendencies that come from uncontrolled chaos embed themselves like ticks, little flares set off the irritation when it shouldn't even matter. Here we go again, hopefully I come back into me again. I understand this need, this switch that ignores the weaker side of me. I need this distance and I need this facade. It protects me from past events to future memories collecting. Out of control, feel in control. It's not a climactic ending, more like a pause in time or a new beginning.