After typing my “Down Again” blog last night I stayed up for a while longer and then I went to sleep. I had so many bad dreams during the night. In all of the dreams I was killing myself. It was so surreal. Usually when I have dreams and something bad happens to me, I always awake before I get hurt or die, but my dreams last night were really strange. In my dream I went to sleep because I was depressed, but I kept waking up with blood all over me and being angry at myself for doing whatever it was that I did. It was almost the same as what actually happened. This morning when I woke up I did some thinking and then I typed an entry in my other blog and just sat here. I don’t feel as broken as I did last night, so I guess that’s a start.