I started this blog when my fibromyalgia was at its worst. I honestly felt like my life was more pain than living. I was a poet before my diagnoses and I needed to trust she could help me become a warrior against the pain. I still struggle with fibromyalgia but I fight it like a knight slaying a dragon.
Sunday, December 31, 2017
When Insomnia Comes to Visit
Work Problems
I promised myself that I would start this new year with all of my documentation up-to-date. Learning a brand new job after you finally catch on to the last one.
I started this new job in November. There were in fact quite a few changed during this year. My family moved from Lubbock, Texas to Birmingham, Alabama. We lived in an across-the-tracks motel for two weeks. After the unwanted experience with the "not sure what it was, but it was something" young woman intruding into our motel room, we knew it was just not a place for our children to be living. Thankfully, my Father-in-Law let us stay with them two more weeks.
Now here we are in a much better apartment and I am watching a Christmas Hallmark Movie. I would rather be asleep. I have been working on these reports since 9 PM and it is 5:30 AM now. I can almost see that light at the end of the tunnel, but I may not be able to make it tomorrow when you should stay up all night ringing in the new year. That will be when I crash and sleep so hard I snore.
I rarely have insomnia but when I do there is no willing myself to sleep. I just have to get up so that I do not wake Noah up by tossing-and-turning. Anyway, this is just a short little post to discuss insomnia. Tell me about your sleepless nights. What do you find yourself doing late at night when you cannot sleep and are all alone?
Saturday, December 30, 2017
Once a Year
Apparently, I only like to post once a year. I don't know if this problem is due to the fact that I chronically forget my password or that I am not a diligent writer on the computer. I write in my journal every day. For a few years, I wasn't writing at all. I like to think that I was just living.
I had just had my first child and I was navigating a mind field of activities for Henry. He had to be seen at the heart specialist, hearing specialist, and every other specialists who lived either forty miles away or three hours away. Henry had visits from his speech, physical and occupational therapists twice a week. Needless, to say we were very busy. We are still busy, as we still have most of these responsibilities and/or these blessings.
Anyway, this post is not about my child and now children. It's about my issues. I am struggling with imposter syndrome. It was worse in the past but I still struggle with feelings of inadequacy. Self-esteem issues are so hard to live with on a daily bases.
I have chosen to just always be honest with myself, because in the end I am the only person that matters. In this matter at least. I feel that if I am honest with myself then I am not worrying what others think about me, mostly.
I had just had my first child and I was navigating a mind field of activities for Henry. He had to be seen at the heart specialist, hearing specialist, and every other specialists who lived either forty miles away or three hours away. Henry had visits from his speech, physical and occupational therapists twice a week. Needless, to say we were very busy. We are still busy, as we still have most of these responsibilities and/or these blessings.
Anyway, this post is not about my child and now children. It's about my issues. I am struggling with imposter syndrome. It was worse in the past but I still struggle with feelings of inadequacy. Self-esteem issues are so hard to live with on a daily bases.
I have chosen to just always be honest with myself, because in the end I am the only person that matters. In this matter at least. I feel that if I am honest with myself then I am not worrying what others think about me, mostly.
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