Peak of Nuvigil, always a bit of anxiety. It helps so much most of the day, but is brutal for a brief period.
I am still good. Better than I have been in a years. Yet these dips into semi-hell, nothing like my lows before, but the lows still suck.
I want to kill myself. I want to die. I want to place that gun in my mouth and —
No. I don’t.