  I dreamt last night of a corpse. It was me, weeks past death, decaying and smelling of rotten flesh. I was looking around for a place to put it, for where to dispose of it because I couldnt carry it with me anymore. I kept losing parts of it. Legs and fingers and pieces of my face would fall away as I searched. So fragile it kept breaking apart. Until all I had left was a leg and my head and some bits in between, wrapped in a blanket that I kept with me.
Searching. Parts of me are dying. I have to do something to stop this. Life shouldnt be this way. If lithium will help, well then by all means. Ive dropped enough hints in this forum for you all to know what Im talking about. Im going for help this week. I cannot write it away any longer. Serious shit. Boy are my folks going to be disappointed when I tell them. That being said, I may not say much here. Thanks for your understanding. 
