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Goes to Eleven

I go to bed early, really early.  Like 8:00pm.  My husband comes up every night around 10:00 and says I barely move when he gets in bed, or worse, I sit up abruptly and scream in night terrors.  I fear that between this, and the sex-drive dampening anti-depressants I’ve been assigned, that he will stop wanting to come on upstairs.  I believe I have already experienced the worst of the dark funk– and can get “none more black.”  I wonder if I could find a way to live well in a non-medicated state, I could go to eleven.