I have
always had a rollercoaster of a relationship with sleep. As I mentioned before
when I wrote about sleep and my issues surrounding sleep, I went through a
phase of suffering from insomnia which was at its worst when I struggled through
the darkest days of my depression. Thankfully when I started feeling stronger
mentally and emotionally my sleeping issues subsided and I once again
experienced the sweet relief of sleep.
Since the
days when I struggled to sleep I am pleased to say that the long nights of
lying awake for hours and hours, wishing for sleep to wash over me, are in the
past. After struggling with depression
and insomnia, apart from the odd night when I let worries fill my thoughts
making it hard to drift to sleep quickly and peacefully, I happily experienced
full nights of blissful sleep.
Then Bug was
born and peaceful nights of sleep were once again a mere fantasy and I relished
every second of sleep that I could get.
Having a child, a lively one at that who has never been much of a
sleeper, strengthened my belief in how precious and important sleep is and that
I should never take for granted a good night’s sleep.
