Tulle Fog

I'm plowing through tulle fog; all is grayish and dripping dismally, can't see a foot in front of me, much less into the future. I just want to sleep. How am I going to do school? How can I not? Last time I was this low was maybe in early 2000. Yes, I have another call into the doctor. I just need to say this before I can move onto the grace. I've had nightmares, one in particular, about him coming at me, and ghosts of both the dreams and the memories float around me relentlessly. I'm back to sitting in corners, startling at loud noises, afraid to leave the house. May have to make this writing thing private so I don't lose my nerve. I need to sleep.