The other night, I was up fairly late and considering going to sleep (I’d had a week long manic episode and could only think about sleep once the mania went. I became a zombie. Up all night doing nothing and then sleeping 13 hours at a time. Sound familiar? Anyway, I digress a bit. They decided to drag me out of my hovel and go swim in the sea at 2am. It was wonderful. The sea was *just* cold enough to reset my brain. However I didn’t swim far just because it was too dark and we were easily spooked! But it reminded me that I have people that care and hold me up when I need it. And that the sea is the best medicine. I was happy. We stayed just watching the sea for a bit before heading home, sleepy and happy.
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