I have a sleep disorder that appears to be linked to my Depression and General Anxiety Disorder. The short of it is that I am exhausted at night, but either cannot fall asleep, or I fall asleep and then wake up at about 02h00 and cannot fall asleep.
I have tried several things, but at the end of the day a good night’s sleep is often the cure for many of the ailments that we start looking for remedies for.
Being a funny old world, the less I sleep the more anxious and stressed I become. Then the less I sleep. Isn’t that a hoot? No, not even a bit.
I take two sets of medication at night. One to make me fall asleep. And another to keep me asleep. Works like a bomb.
With one unfortunate side effect. I often get a strange amnesia before I drop off to sleep. I appear to be functioning normally, but my brain has actually switched off, and I often realise in the mornings I have done some weird and less than wonderful things.
Yesterday morning I woke up to find that I had posted passionate devotions of love and potential marriage to my dog. Along with a few photographs. I am really glad the photos were of him and not “us.”
Listen, I like my dog, I am just not sure I am quite ready to marry him, just yet,