Dear Francesca,

I hadn't realized so many days had gone by without writing you. The days are all a blur of blah. I've felt like a gloomy Eeyore for the past several days.

I've noticed lately that I feel more dull-witted, slowed; my therapist said that this feeling may be due to the Z_____. I began taking it in the summer to prevent "visual illusions," but I've continued taking it because I sleep so much better with it. My doctor had suggested going off of it before, but when I tried that, I couldn't sleep. I'm going to see if he can give me something else for sleeping and quick taking the Z_____. It's hard for me to be quick with conversation; thoughts come slowly if at all, and sometimes the ones that do come are hopelessly wrong.

I've been sitting here looking blankly past this page. Slow, slow, slow. I am having such a difficult time finding anything to say to you tonight, Francesca. It feels defeating, since I love writing so much.

Yours,
Hannah Iona