Dare I write about this before I know if this is enough of a pattern? Six months of sleepless nights really takes a toll on your body. And for a while there it seemed there was no end in sight. But this past week I slept. And of all places, it started with that first night away from home in a hotel in the middle of Illinois. And then it continued through my stay with my parents in my childhood home, through the hotel night on the way home, and through last night back in my own apartment. Of those last nine nights, I had only one that I didn't feel was very good sleep.
I won't assume I'm past it all or that I won't be triggered again in a way that affects my sleep but I feel like I have turned a corner.
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