Still here (I think)

I think I am still here; or part of me is anyway. Had a really funny experience last week. I haven't been sleeping well for years, so eventually Mrs E and the doctor convinced me to go for a sleep test. This is truly a surreal experience. They wire you up with all kinds of electrodes and stuff, so you look like an alien from Doctor Who or some cheap 60's sci-fi film. You then sleep in a dark room and they monitor you all night. Well, I stayed awake a while after I went to bed, then dozed off. I awoke, I thought about an hour later, and needed the bathroom. I called the nurse, and she said that was okay, as it was time to go home anyway, I'd slept the full night. Would you believe it? The first night I sleep through for I don't know how long, I'm at the Sleep Center.
I think I'm still heartbroken about life in general, how I've upset and alienated Mrs E and other friends etc. My personality disorders know no bounds and don't make any friends. One day, I hope, all this will be cleared up and I will see clearly, not through a glass dimly, but clearly I pray.