Itβs 2:45 am here, and Iβve been up for an hour. I got to bed around nine, so still getting 5 hours, but itβs been a few days in a row. Iβm starting to feel the strain of physically needing sleep, and yet mentally unable to. I woke up from a nightmare about being punished in the hospital, again, and Iβm trying to get back to sleep, but all I can do is obsess over how wrong it was of me to believe that asking for help would lead to me getting help. I had no idea I was putting myself in imprisonment.