This morning hasn't been too bad. I had a crazy night full of odd, semi-vivid dreams and pretty rough withdrawals. In fact, I woke up several times throughout the night because the withdrawals were so intense.
We'll see how today goes though--maybe last night was a signifier of something, or maybe it was just another phase of this flatline that I can't seem to escape.
I have some form of morning wood more often than I don't but it's never that powerful, and it usually fades shortly after I wake up and realize it's there. I feel as if I'm in the part of the flatline/journey where things begin to plateau, and progress becomes slower moving. Regardless, I gotta keep pushing forward, and remember why I'm doing this. I can't get too caught up in the moment, though it's very difficult not to when the depression gets as bad as it's been getting.
