My insomnia attacked me with a new tactic last night – let me have an hour’s sleep at a time, then wake me up for a while, then shut me down again. Normally, if it hits, I have a small sleep, then a long spell awake, then a bit more sleep. This was a new pattern, and it was most unpleasant. I feel like I had three bad nights in one. If you asked me how I felt when I went to bed, I would have said that nothing was worrying me and I was nice and relaxed. By 4.15 this morning I was buying into all the negative news that’s been thrown at me in the last couple of days, anticipating a lockdown worse than the last one, booking a funeral for everyone I know because obviously we’re all going to die before Christmas, and generally feeling lower and lower.
Luckily, Mathew woke up not long after that, and he pulled Daddy up from the floor and gave me a great rest of the day.
RC 20-9-20
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