For a while, I was sleeping on the chair in the living room, but I was losing too many hours this way, and I was afraid I was going to be manic within weeks, if not sooner than that. I stopped. I knew that they could probably sneak past me anyway. d.
I wanted to stay up. For a week or so. But I nixed this idea. Figuring while I could survive a manic episode, I couldn't handle the crash. I wasn't going to "catch" anyone.
I was mostly afraid for the dog, Suki, who was primed for attack because she was sleeping in the hallway for some reason, even though she usually slept in the Master Bedroom. My paranoia about the dog was dismissed by my grandmother, and I let it go until recently. I never told my parents how I felt because of my mother's "you're delusional."
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