It's proven that sleep helps fibromyalgia. And it is no less true for me. Thanks to Mitch realizing the spiral to hell I wa staking, he made sure I got some sleep and today we took the kids for a walk and it felt soo good. I wasn't tired, or sad. I do still feel a little depressed, but not anywhere near as bad as my last post.
Although I am dreading going to bed in case I wake up tomorrow feeling awful. Also, I keep having dreams about miscarriages and babies dying during birth. It's very unsettling and it's making me more upset. The emotional pain of a miscarriage could easily trump bleeding to death in a vat of lemon juice and salt due to a million deep razor cuts. If you say that's a bit overdramatic, it is only because you are not mourning the loss of a darling little baby whom you will never get to hold.
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