When I first got my sleeping pills right after my father passed away, I told myself that I wouldn’t grow to depend on them. I have now figured out that I have failed in that.
I have gone three nights without my sleeping pills because I forgot them at my apartment (an hour and a half away from where I currently am). Let’s just say that, for lack of better word usage, those three nights have been hell for me. I can’t get a full night’s rest. I wake up from terrible nightmares several times a night and just can’t get back to sleep. On top of that, I saw my massage therapist yesterday. She worked on some HUGE knots that I have in my shoulders and back right now. And I mean REALLY worked on them. I was in so much pain last night, and still am in pain as some of the knots are still there. Let’s just say that I am functioning off coffee right now and looking forward to taking my sleeping pill tomorrow night as I know that it will give me a good night’s rest.