Glass after glass of water was delivered to cries of "but mum, I'm still thirsty", there were more encores than at an Elton John concert and finally, finally there was the peaceful silence of sleep. To be entirely honest by that stage I was generally face down on the couch in a small pool of saliva after a seventeen hour day, the witching hour and a bottle of wine. I would eventually stumble like a sedated bear, hip- bumping the door frame then flopping gracelessly into bed.
Last night was the first night in a very long time that I tried to do something that proved harder than I imagined, go to sleep. Not pass out, not just have a couple to wind down, not even popping a few of my husbands anti-histamines that make me so drowsy, so deliciously drowsy I wish I had allergies. Just sober sleep. So far, not so good. I am hoping this is just a phase. I tend to have constant Monkey Brain- I can't ever seem to turn it off and the more tired I am the less rational it becomes. I once went to a Yin Yoga class and it nearly killed me, an hour with my racing thoughts is a very long way from the place called zen. I tried to sleep for what felt like days and then when I slept I had nightmares that terrified me and left me in a cold sweat (or maybe that's detox) I even felt like my eyes were playing tricks on me. What have I done to my body for so long? I really just want my own mum to put a cool hand on my forehead and tell me there are no monsters under the bed. As there is no chance of that happening, maybe tonight I will have to check before I get in.
On the plus side, today is day 2
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Good on you Emma! Day 2, that is awesome! Your sleep will improve, give it time. Any sleep though has to be better than the 3am mind racing , fear & self-loathing that comes wine induced. Right? You're doing great, baby steps!x
ReplyDeleteHi Emma, thinking about you. Hope you're ok. Blog, really it might help if you need something/someone to lean on.Catherine xx
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