24 hours ago I was in the same state that I was in a few minutes ago.

Battling whether or not to take my bedtime medication.

It’s a battle I’ve fought since being independent almost 5 years ago.

And although today is the 8th day I’ve consistently won the battle, it’s the second day in a row that’s been at the challenging battle point.

The point of thinking about not being honest and just going to sleep for a few hours to only get back up and eventually feeling horrible later tomorrow.

Or getting a better night’s sleep because the medicine helps my brain wind down and turn off the activity it is creating.

I’m not being sedated or put in a trance like I once thought.

It doesn’t make me less of who I want to be, like I once thought.

It keeps my brain chemistry balanced and able to be properly regulated.

I can do what is expected of me without fear of the simplest thing triggering me into becoming irritated, volatile or hostile.

Tomorrow will be ok.

Because tonight, I fought the battle and I won.