Oh Susie, insomnia is so horrid and then add to that the acrid air, an the pressure you put on yourself to make it all grand… I want wrap a blanket around you and turn off time so your body can find its rhythm again. My friend just shared this essay she wrote about her insomnia, I think you might find some solidarity in the read/listen.
Oh Susie, insomnia is so horrid and then add to that the acrid air, an the pressure you put on yourself to make it all grand… I want wrap a blanket around you and turn off time so your body can find its rhythm again. My friend just shared this essay she wrote about her insomnia, I think you might find some solidarity in the read/listen.
Thank you for the link Kimberly, I have added it to my list to listen to later as I complete the horrifying list of mundanities necessary before classes again on Monday.
Insomnia has crept up on me slowly, as a young woman it was a rare and ultimately forgettable occurrence, as a middle-aged/now-knocking-old-aged woman it feels like I’ve stepped onto unknown path and can’t find my way to the right one. I have tried to find a common denominator, there isn’t one, I have tried eating different foods, cutting out all connectivity an hour before sleeping, windows open, windows closed, I’ve moved my bed, changed pillows, tried yoga… nothing seems to deter those nights of open eyed restlessness that arrive on a whim and wisp unannounced and certainly unwanted…
I am unfortunately my own worst enemy though. Joining hands with insomnia is hyperactivity, I am so aware of a need to stay healthy as I get older, the need to keep moving is now an obsession… so much so I become overtired which has the exact opposing effect I am searching for. I know this, I know eventually it will end too, that the cost will be high… probably the highest possible.
Sadly it is also a product of a difficult life, one that I cannot change… I cling to my quiet moments as if they are a life line and hope at least that that line is strong.
Oh Susie, insomnia is so horrid and then add to that the acrid air, an the pressure you put on yourself to make it all grand… I want wrap a blanket around you and turn off time so your body can find its rhythm again. My friend just shared this essay she wrote about her insomnia, I think you might find some solidarity in the read/listen.
http://www.healthstorycollaborative.org/blog/2022/4/27/soul-chronicles-standing-watch-in-the-sleepless-sea
Wishing you downy, quiet wings of slumber.
Thank you for the link Kimberly, I have added it to my list to listen to later as I complete the horrifying list of mundanities necessary before classes again on Monday.
Insomnia has crept up on me slowly, as a young woman it was a rare and ultimately forgettable occurrence, as a middle-aged/now-knocking-old-aged woman it feels like I’ve stepped onto unknown path and can’t find my way to the right one. I have tried to find a common denominator, there isn’t one, I have tried eating different foods, cutting out all connectivity an hour before sleeping, windows open, windows closed, I’ve moved my bed, changed pillows, tried yoga… nothing seems to deter those nights of open eyed restlessness that arrive on a whim and wisp unannounced and certainly unwanted…
I am unfortunately my own worst enemy though. Joining hands with insomnia is hyperactivity, I am so aware of a need to stay healthy as I get older, the need to keep moving is now an obsession… so much so I become overtired which has the exact opposing effect I am searching for. I know this, I know eventually it will end too, that the cost will be high… probably the highest possible.
Sadly it is also a product of a difficult life, one that I cannot change… I cling to my quiet moments as if they are a life line and hope at least that that line is strong.
With love sweet soul, heartfelt thanks ♥️xxx