Sleep IssuesYesterday, I spent yet another day with my sleep being off. I have always had sleep problems.
I love my naps and then I'll stay up late and get up around 10 a.m. Or then, as a working adult, I got up at 6:00 a.m., dragging myself to the toilet every morning where I would come out of my sleepy fog asking "Dear God, why me?" Toilet Meditation? Ha!
As the depression got worse, I would sit on the same toilet half asleep, holding my head in my hands and say " God, do I have to go another day?" Sorry, if I may offend some, because talking to God while on the toilet, clearly lacks good taste. (But at least I got in touch with my true feelings.)
Imagine if The Thinker was a tribute to those of us with depression?