Another rubbish sleep, but I shouldn’t complain.
It has taken me a long time to accept that I’m not well and that is OK. I have occasional bad days, some of them worse than others and sometimes I’m absolutely fine. It’s only when I started experiencing it myself, that I understood a little about how exhausting mental health really is.
Just a few thoughts as I lay here, unable to sleep. I had a meltdown yesterday afternoon and it wiped me out for the evening. I felt absolutely exhausted and I thought afterwards, once it had eased up, that maybe it would help break the cycle of anti-sleep, but I’m still awake at stupid times. I can’t even pin it on the dog, as she hasn’t made a sound after her adventure yesterday.
Although being awake at this hour lends time to poke about the net, it does offer time to digest the news (as much as I dislike most journalism). The world is still a pretty ridiculous place and I hope those that are forced to be awake right now, dodging bullets and bombs, are ok. Many sleepless nights for those people caught up in something so horrible. I might be having some ups and downs in my head, but I cannot complain that I’m comfortable in my bed.
Stay safe out there. 🇺🇦