(Yes this is another life-update. I’m sorry for the excess of life-updates lately, but it’s really important for anyone interested in the upcoming [or maybe not-really-so] release of “Sfirology & Polygenesis”.)

Long story short – I’m having oikonomic problems. My parents are more and more restrictive on me, and I have began threatening them with leaving, although I am wholly incapable of living alone in my current condition (being de-energized by my pills [on which I am miserably dependent], incapable of performing the simplest daily tasks). I have been having an “unhealthy” sleep schedule lately. I usually stay awake through the whole night, take my (heavily sedating) pills by the morning and sleep until evening, and repeat. But know ye, that the wicked ones love staying awake during night, because those who sleep during nights are judged and renewed, while those who do not sleep are not judged. This is the mystery of Exodus 13:21 (the night’s “Pillar-of-Fire”), as has been elucidated by the great Va’avo. Nevertheless, I went to consult with a psychiatrist and he told me that a lot of people he treats love having mixed sleep schedule, because “there’s less judging-by-society when everyone is asleep and everything’s quiet”. I yet don’t know whether if I am a wicked one or a lost-soul, or perhaps both.
Nevertheless, I have slept 25 hours today – from yesterday ~17:30 to today’s ~18:30. It’s because, as I told on a previous shatzpost, I stopped taking SSRIs last week, and yesterday I began experiencing withdrawal. I felt like going to sleep early, because I was really catatonic and depressed all day, and my mom forced me to take SSRI (5 mg of Cipralex). I was still disfunctional today and barely got out of bed – in fact, I am writing this post in my bed. But you may as well ask – “Gur, why did you start taking SSRIs in the first place?” And then I’d tell you – it’s largely to confront the depressing catatonizing effect of my serotonin-dopamine-suppressants.