Someone once said to me that insomnia is something that he wouldn’t wish upon even his worst enemy. And I finally get it now.
It started innocuously enough: waking up in the middle of the night, a few nights a week. And suddenly, months later, it’s become a nightly occurrence. I haven’t had a single night of uninterrupted sleep since my wedding and it’s really scary.
I saw my GP and we both agree that it’s due to worries and tension about work. At least it’s not depression, he quipped. Thankfully, I haven’t lost interest in most of my favourite things so yay. He gave me some medication to aid my sleep but they don’t work because I end up jerking awake at 3am still. This morning, my eyes flew open at 6am and I couldn’t fall back asleep despite my fatigue.
I’m so tired. And I am so tired of being tired.