I guess there's a point in your life where you just have to accept some things. Like death, taxes and the loss of things you value. Doesn't matter how many times you ask why, it just is. Accepting it and moving on is the hardest part. That's part of grief I guess.
I'm strong and I'll get over it. Can the reader accept that I feel bad? I hope so. You, the reader, may say how can you be that upset over the loss of a friend? We were close. He explained to me the reasons why maybe Jesus wasn't that bad. Why, perhaps believing in the Bible was a good idea. So, now even when I say a little prayer to be strong and forget him, I remember him. *sighs*
It's hard, but I have to accept it. REALLY accept it, and MOVE ON. All part of accepting it.
My sleep is back due to the pills and oh man, it is good. I love sleep. I don't love the dulled, lack of buoyancy that I do feel with this set of pills. But, I'll take it for the sake of the sleep and the ability to cope with day to day life better. It really is just worth accepting that for the best, I have to take them.