Sleep
I need to get up and get moving, get stuff done and get to work. Instead I’m laying here fighting a battle against the very strong desire to just lay down and go back to sleep. I’m not even really sleepy… it’s not like I’m falling asleep where I sit. I just… don’t want to get up and leave the bedroom. I don’t want to get up and have to deal with anything at all. I even like my job. But I simply just don’t want to move.
This whole week has been like this. I want to sleep all day and night and pretend that nothing else in the world exists. I wish I could.
Wanting sleep and unconsciousness was a big part of my grieving too. Pink Floyd term – “comfortably numb”.
{{hugs}}
Wishing you better days.
Hang in there. There were and are days I don’t want to get out of bed.
after losing our little boy i came to realize sleep suspended everything for me. it gave me a secret hiding place–my dreams. i could be whatever i wanted and feel or not feel whatever i wanted. i loved my bed back then. i suppose because it was the only place i could go to hide….it’s okay to allow nothing to exist from time to time. you probably need it.
*hugs*