It’s been almost two years, and I never thought I’d be dealing with this still: insomnia.
My friend Jeanne has mentioned a few medical issues that could pertain to my ridiculous wide-eyes that insist on seeing 2 am every night, er, morning.
Whatever is causing it… It has changed. It used to be that I couldn’t sleep because every time I tried, I would have a nightmare about Maddy dying… Usually in the form of her falling into a black ocean and disappearing forever. (For those of you who have been on cruises, imagine having your child jump off the banister in the middle of the night… And that’s how my nightmares were.)
A little later it became more about the fact that I wasn’t grieving as I needed during the day. (Really, I stuffed it quite often.) so then it would come overflowing out at night… Usually on my blog.
Gradually, it became nothing about grief, or Olivia, or my subsequent losses. It just… Became. It just was.
I wasn’t up thinking about anything in particular. I just wascup.
I think of my babies every day. Not intentionally… I don’t sit around crying anymore… Or at least really not often. I don’t put on my “grieving pandora station” i created that always brings me to my proverbial knees.
And yet… Here I am. Up almost all night long.
Anyone have suggestions?