I have never kept a diary or journals and the title was a lyric from Scorpions', a song called Crossfire.
There are so many things inside me that I want to tell, to deliver. Those things were cramped inside my brain, cramping against each other at the door but none succeeded. How I wish I am... If only I am...
At this hour no one still awakes, even those in the graveyard shift are fighting with the sleepiness that crept in them.
|Looking outside my window to the wet and busy street of Yangon|
Well, it was not bad after all. I was diagnosed of having an active brain activities. Meaning, my brain is wide awake eventhough my body is tired. So, I was given a supply of 50mg Seroquel for 2 weeks and since then, I'm a regular face fortnightly at the shrink office.
That was a year ago, the last supply of Seroquel still in my toiletries bag but I have stopped myself from taking it for about 8 month but I still carry it wherever I go. Keep it in the hotel's safe when I'm working away from base just to keep me aware of my problem.
Tonight is another of those night that I can't sleep. It is sad isn't it, only sleep on every other day...