I was having a plenty shitty day, dropped right back in a bad mental place, and then out of left field I find out my dog’s toe needs to be cut off and possibly just be put down. He’s 13, so it’s not like it’s strange or anything, but I’m just such a fucking baby sometimes it disgusts me. I’ve been just barely able to keep my thoughts off of how much everything in my life seems like it will only ever get worse and I can feel the wild spasms of mania on the edges of my mind. I absolutely dread the moment I have to slip into bed and be alone with my thoughts. Over the years, I’ve always had issues. This isn’t anywhere near the worst I’ve been. This isn’t even the first time I’ve been afraid of my own thoughts. Somehow, though, it just feels different this time. I guess I’ve just gotten more fragile. No surprises there, I guess. I’m just so tired of myself and everything else at this point.
Being devastated that your dog may need to be put down does not make you a baby. It’s totally normal and understandable that you would be upset, if you need someone to talk to, we’re here. I’m sorry you’re going through this. As far as natural sleep aids, tiring yourself out and fresh air & sunlight during the day (go for a really long walk if you can, for instance) and some lavender oil on your pillow may help.