It's four in the morning....
You know that insomnia is one of things we all think we get from time to time when we have a few nights of bad sleep. The real thing is insidious - it marks itself as a kind of frenetic night time energy where the brain keeps going rather like one is on speed. You are tired but there is no gentle lulling to sleep, no snuggling beneath the covers, venting that deep breath before sleep so blissfully comes. Instead you lie there - stiff - feeling every lump in the mattress, cursing every street light. Or, if you are me, you give into it and write or play Farmville or watch The West Wing for the 20th time.
It wasn't always thus; I remember a time when sleep and I were good friends. Night time and bed time were to be looked forward to, to the passive and peaceful ravelling of the day's cares, enjoying "sore nature's bath".
To those of you still, loyally, read this - any ideas - 'cos the pills aren't working and I am so tired, so very tired. I think the four o'clock I will try hot chocolate and lying still in the dark. And pray that the insidious thoughts of failure, despair and homesickness will take a short lived holiday from my brain.
You know that insomnia is one of things we all think we get from time to time when we have a few nights of bad sleep. The real thing is insidious - it marks itself as a kind of frenetic night time energy where the brain keeps going rather like one is on speed. You are tired but there is no gentle lulling to sleep, no snuggling beneath the covers, venting that deep breath before sleep so blissfully comes. Instead you lie there - stiff - feeling every lump in the mattress, cursing every street light. Or, if you are me, you give into it and write or play Farmville or watch The West Wing for the 20th time.
It wasn't always thus; I remember a time when sleep and I were good friends. Night time and bed time were to be looked forward to, to the passive and peaceful ravelling of the day's cares, enjoying "sore nature's bath".
To those of you still, loyally, read this - any ideas - 'cos the pills aren't working and I am so tired, so very tired. I think the four o'clock I will try hot chocolate and lying still in the dark. And pray that the insidious thoughts of failure, despair and homesickness will take a short lived holiday from my brain.
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