“O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature’s soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, 1710. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?”
-William Shakespeare, Henry IV, Part 2
Lately, I have been grappling with zombie like status. I can’t fn sleep! I am going about 4 days now and it’s arduous on so many levels.
This happens on and off. I can go months sleeping soundly and feeling fulfilled and BOOM, I am a lady of my own nightmares…tossing and turning, replaying the same monotonous happenings of the day before. Left feeling as if a truck ran me over three times and then just left me to live the day as if it never happened.
When this happens it’s like I get stuck in this cycle for a bit. Like I can’t catch a break. Something usually sets it into motion. This time my son was having some issues sleeping quite a few days ago which set my sleepless nights into motion. My husband gave me some time this past weekend to make up for all the missed rest and of course, I lay there staring at the ceiling almost watching myself in a dream like state until finally realizing an hour had passed with no rest being had. It’s an endless cycle.
I may be stressed, anxious and overcome with contemplation. I don’t know. But my mind is my enemy….insomnia is my enemy right now.
I wish for a peaceful sleep. Rest with no interruption. Quiet and calm with no thought or crowded mind. Just serenity.
This too shall pass but meanwhile I walk the days like a zombie. Just kind of living but a little foggy, a little slower, and a bit more passive.
On to the new week with hopes of a sound sleep.