When bedtime is a war and your only weapon is a nest (and zopiclone). All of the textures, a colour light, my teddies and my heat pack...
I'm so tired. My crazy exploded the other day and Mum stuff went banf and I've been struggling to lie down or un-curl-up which has made sleeping a little bit problematic. Last night every time I tried to lie down my body started shaking and I couldn't breathe and started crying. I couldn't get a GP appt today but she did ring me. Sometimes I forget how well she knows me but she is literally a mind reader in some aspects. I cried a lot but she listened and heard me. She's given me zopiclone to get through the weekend and I'm going to try making a nest and sleeping upright. I'm seeing her on Tuesday and she said to come earlier than the appt time and she can see me them. I'm obviously so lucky to have her help and support.
