Today is World Mental Health Day!
…Or, was that yesterday?…
Well, the date isn’t as relevant, as we could all learn to be more open to talk with less of an ‘excuse’ to do so.
I feel as though I’m suddenly beginning to learn and understand something I had no previously questioned or examined within myself.
At the time of writing, it remains an ‘enquiry’, with my interest still highly peaked.
I’ve been struggling of late, more than I am somehow prepared to admit. It’s almost as if admitting to it will see me weaken, drop my guard and fall in to some kind of low-level breakdown… I don’t know. I feel like my insomnia has somehow taken over, even though I’ve been earning an extra hour in bed.
Over the last few months, I’ve watched at least a couple of films where the main character suffers some form of insomnia, which then leads to further consequences. In each situation, there is a clear ‘trigger’ for these episodes of lost sleep; some of which, only become apparent (to both the viewer and sufferer) as the film rolls on.
Here, I’m going to write about why I might be suffering with a constant lack of sleep.
If I was to be perfectly accurate, I should really have backdated the title of this post by forty-eight hours for a more accurate timing with my response and reflection to the events of that day.
This is another post about welcoming personal gratitude and achievement for the small things.
This evening, I’d like to begin with a positive reflection upon the day that has already passed.
A belated welcome to 2016! Here we are at the end of the first month already… Before we know it, 2017 will be here!