Dreamer���s World March 08, 2018 ��� Hitting The Wall, And It Hurts

    Insomnia, my detestable companion, has returned once again. I wonder what I did to open the door to this unwelcome visitor, so I would know how to lock the door next time. It is 0245 in the morning, and I have been awake since midnight with no relief in sight. But now, there is no choice other than making it through the night and hoping to survive the day at work without collapsing before quitting time.
    I am inventing tasks for myself to stay focused as then night rolls along. I have been checking software installations for a new printer and starting this blog post. I have spent time with Hal The Cat, but he gave up and went to sleep, the lucky bastard. Luckily, it isn’t hard for me to stay quiet in the middle of the night other than the tapping as I type. This keeps me from disturbing Hal (person) as well as The Stooges. I am well-versed in dealing with insomnia after all of these years with the unwelcome visitor.
    I was so happy for about a year when I didn’t have these sleepless nights. I wonder what has brought them back into my life right now. There is nothing that has radically changed that I am consciously aware of. There are no problems at home that I am aware of. I continue to boycott the television, so I don’t get caught up in the constant flood of info-porn.
    I honestly resent this intrusion into my life. It affects me in so many ways, and yet I seem powerless to stop it. It is the proverbial roller coaster that I cannot get off and am constantly at the mercy of, with its violent ups and downs.
    I wonder if insomnia is a sort of cosmic balance to the good things in my life. Perhaps I should use time like this to focus on the things that make me happy. Trying to keep that outlook is difficult at times like this when I know that I need to rest. I certainly never want to be in the position of welcoming insomnia.
    If I manage to find any of the answers, I will let everyone know.

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