Posts by nnmh

6:32 AM: I’ve had about twenty minutes of sleep. Rough night. The Brownie is once again not waking up for me. I’ve done everything except detonate explosives under her. She’s out. Her sleep schedule is undone with every weekend at her mother’s. She just doesn’t go to bed for her mum. Not fair to her

Every once in a while I post on Sunday some thoughts from my Mormon perspective. They’re not intended to proselytize, but to help others understand. I am no more afraid of my faith than I am of my ADHD or depression. I discuss them all openly. In light of the recent terrorist attacks in Brussels

12:57 PM: My neurologically off period continues. Even though I slept for 7½ hours, I’m still wobbly. I’m not ticking as much as I feel palsied. I read news for an hour and caught up on social media. It’s not my usual Sunday afternoon activity, but reading scriptures was too deep. Hurts my head. But

3:47 AM: I took the time to rewrite and edit sections I’d already worked on. They connect with the other sections better now. I calculate the word count for the day by deducting the current total for the project from yesterday’s total. With all the deleting and rewriting, I only have 231 more words to

5:08 AM: Sometime Wensday night, I began ticking. It was a bout that lasted all through the night and all through Thursday. It finally stopped Friday afternoon. By then, the Brownie had a scheduled play day with friends we had to prepare for, then host. After the friends were gone, my daughter then left to

8:01 PM: I’m not sure what is going on with the Brownie, but she’s taking her toll on me. I was so anxious about her public fit yesterday, plus money worries, that I was awake in bed until 5am. I woke again at 6:20am, and got her on the bus, then fell asleep again. Unfortunately,

1:57 PM: Fell asleep at 5:16 AM, woke at 6:20. Got the Brownie off to school, then couldn’t fall back asleep. Wrote a letter to my bishop, about 700 words, lied in bed groggily, then fell asleep again at 9 AM. It wasn’t a great beginning to Day Three, but I knew this would be

3:28 PM: The Brownie couldn’t wake up for school. She was comatose—neurologically off. I let her sleep. I had little choice in the matter. Woke at again 11am, read up on the bombing in Brussels, showered, ate, and headed off with the Brownie to physical therapy. Got there and discovered they didn’t take my insurance.

1:57 PM: Fell asleep at 5:16 AM, woke at 6:20. Got the Brownie off to school, then couldn’t fall back asleep. Wrote a letter to my bishop, about 700 words, lied in bed groggily, then fell asleep again at 9 AM. It wasn’t a great beginning to Day Three, but I knew this would be