Sunday, August 4, 2013

I Have Become Accustomed To Crying Myself To Sleep.

It usually takes only about 45 minutes, and it's exhausting and effective.

I'm not sure why it is. Usually, the feeling of deep despair sets in around 10:00. Then I fiddle around for a while because I know that if I try to go to sleep I'll end up having a panic attack. When I decide that it's bedtime--usually around 11:00--I tuck in with my audiobook and take some deep meditative breaths. I text my boyfriend goodnight, turn over to face the door, and allow the hot drip of tears to make patting sounds on my pillow.

I think it's time to renew the once-abandoned search for a decent therapist.

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