I don't know about you in your life, but this is something I can't take for granted! And therefore I want to spend some time just lingering in the happy thoughts of it! Ohhhh if only I could cultivate it! If only I can recreate this experience again, and again, and again!!
With CFS insomnia is a huge problem, a crummy symptom. With CFS if you don't sleep at night you don't function the next day, like At All.
Last night I didn't wake up even a little bit all night long! That means I woke up happy and not nearly as exhausted. I never wake up well rested, but today made me at least able to imagine what that might be like!
Let's see, I turned off the TV and pc an hour before bed. And I read. Is that what did it? I've done that a lot though. Surely it helped though. I did yoga stretches last night. There was a very healing group meditation at The Unity Center yesterday morning. Was that the key? I'm becoming more and more hydrated from Structured Water. I know that helps a lot. I don't take any meds or sleep aids.
I dunno. And I have to get ready to go shopping at Whole Foods now with my daughter...
Mostly About My FOO (family of origin), And My Recovery From Them -- "If you know your mother doesn't tell you the truth, don't keep acting like she does." ~ Iyanla Vanzant "If you know that your father has a tendency to not honor his word, don't keep trusting he's going to do what he says he's going to do (just) because he's your father." ~ Iyanla Vanzant
2016 Update: I care more about this blog than I do that "they" can read it, otherwise I'd stop writing it and create a new one. As long as they finally leave me and my little family alone, there should be no problem, even though I requested that they don't read it. Since they have no interest in my writing, I'm probably safe. I hope so hard they will finally respect our wishes of no contact. I care so much about telling the truth and bringing healing. I fought my entire life to bring communication, truth, and healing to my FOO. There's nothing left to fight for so I have given up, at age 59. I can now only bring healing to myself and other survivors through my words. I finally went back to work on my heart-wrenching memoir that I wrote in 2012 that I originally wrote for them as my last Hope of getting my beloved family of origin and relatives back. But, There Are None So Blind As Those Who Will Not See