Last night was hard. I felt like I was moving, but I had no control. I pleaded with mom to come over. She begrudgingly soon arrived.
"What's wrong with you?" she kept asking.
"I have no control!" I pleaded.
Mom and I finally got in the bed and I calmed down. I think it was mom's snoring that was so soothing. I love my mother so much. She's been through many tough times with me.
I am still shaky today. It's a little hard to type. But I feel better, and that is a very welcome thing.