This is hellish.

I have been wanting/trying to sleep for five hours.  I'm dead tired, but prickly, restless full of anger and despair.  I drifted off once, into a lovely dream, boderline erotic then jumped out of it. I can't concentrate to read - or to meditate. I'm silently screaming.

Everything is coming to a head in my life - or rather nothing is.  I feel I'm about to snap  in half.

Perhaps if I write all this down it will leave me alone.  Whatever "it" is. Perhaps I'll erase this in the morning, embarrassed.

I've got my weekly therapy session tomorrow - but pychotherapy is opening me up, not closing me down.  I don't know if I can take been opened up.

It's if my mother has got lodged inside my head - her father pushing her in and shouting..  Everything is a problem, even a harmless dream.

Give me a break.  Someone give me a break.