day one hundred and five - broken clock

As is sometimes the case with my insomnia, I hit a wall yesterday and my body shut down. Over the 24 hours, I was probably only awake for 5 or 6 of them all together, and there could be a strong argument for ‘awake’ being the wrong term for the state of pseudo-consciousness I was in.

After some major catchup work the day before, and weeks upon weeks of lousy sleep, I think it all came to a head yesterday. Zombie with a dull to raging headache, or asleep - they were my two states.

Sleep in. Naps throughout the day. Early bed.

And then… like clockwork. I was awake. Ready for the morning and day ahead. Except it wasn’t the morning, it was about 2am. This is when my body wanted to begin functioning again. And with that, after several hours awake in the middle of the night, I finally nodded off only to wake up exhausted -’ready’ for the day.

The day was, unsurprisingly, a struggle. All the sleep yesterday seemed to have gone into the ether. So when the evening came round, I was out like a light on the couch. A sneaky 4 hours or so before I woke up yet again, my brain not wanting to work, but not letting me sleep anymore, and now it’s 2am - again.

How good are brains?

Kilt of the day - Crumpled, accidentally slept-in Mackay Tartan

Soundtrack of the day - Can’t Sleep At Night - Susan Tedeschi
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZErod0-UWA

Link of the day - Depression and Sleep - National Sleep Foundation
https://www.sleepfoundation.org/articles/depression-and-sleep