Family drama from the other night knocked my fresh, new sleep schedule out of bed and onto the floor. Here I am two mornings later at 6:08am, tired but unable to let go. Awake, but too tired to do anything productive. There's no way I'm going to make it to church this morning.
Since my daughter gave us an appendicitis scare last night at Primary Children's hospital, I will need to stay home and miss church anyway so that I can be on hand if she needs me. She'll likely sleep the morning away, but it would be more of a noble sacrifice if I was actually awake during those hours instead of sucking air through a CPAP.
Fortunately, I can finally feel the weight of "Nature's soft nurse" on my eyelids, but 6am is such a ghastly hour to fall asleep. The sun, that evil ball of "You think I'll let you sleep past 10?", will be rising soon.
I remain convinced, however, that mastering my AD/HD will require mastering my sleep schedule. With greater sleep I'll have greater stores of energy, mental & physical, to rein in the wilder aspects of AD/HD in my life. In fact, a good night's sleep is paramount to preserving positive mental heath for many conditions. So this morning the battle was won by Insomnia, but the war is not yet over. I'll do better tonight.
