It's 3:03 a.m.
I'm awake.
Really?
More than words than can express I want to be asleep. Physically, I've felt awful all day. I thought surely I would sleep like a log. It isn't to be.
Sleep is a mystery to me these days. Sometimes I sleep 10 hours, and other times it's completely evasive.
My eyes feel so heavy I can barely keep them open. But my brain is awake. I try to close them and breathe deep. Maybe sleep will come.
It doesn't.
My mind spins around wondering why I am so sick today. Breathe Faith, breathe. It's all okay.
But I really want to sleep.
I feel light headed and weak beyond measure.
Thankfully it is daytime in France and there is a surf competition on. It's a nice distraction to this wide awake wickedness I am experiencing.
The words of my neuropsychologist ring in my ear. Write about my experience. Well, my experience right now is tough. Sick and tired. I want to be well. I want to believe I am healing. It's hard to grasp at 3:03 a.m.
I'm awake.
Really?
More than words than can express I want to be asleep. Physically, I've felt awful all day. I thought surely I would sleep like a log. It isn't to be.
Sleep is a mystery to me these days. Sometimes I sleep 10 hours, and other times it's completely evasive.
My eyes feel so heavy I can barely keep them open. But my brain is awake. I try to close them and breathe deep. Maybe sleep will come.
It doesn't.
My mind spins around wondering why I am so sick today. Breathe Faith, breathe. It's all okay.
But I really want to sleep.
I feel light headed and weak beyond measure.
Thankfully it is daytime in France and there is a surf competition on. It's a nice distraction to this wide awake wickedness I am experiencing.
The words of my neuropsychologist ring in my ear. Write about my experience. Well, my experience right now is tough. Sick and tired. I want to be well. I want to believe I am healing. It's hard to grasp at 3:03 a.m.
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