Sleep has been an elusive beast in my life. Even when I get it, I wake up feeling horribly exhausted. It's bad ... to the point that it plays out in my interactions with other human beings ... all the time.
Last night, I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to go to bed ... I brought two bags of work home, and I couldn't do it. I was exhausted ... mentally and physically. So, at 9 p.m., I went to bed.
I was asleep almost immediately.
I think I would have awakened this morning refreshed if I hadn't have gotten up at 2:30 a.m. to use the little girls room, but still, I've decided something.
I can't do work at home and get to bed at a decent hour. So, now, I'm wondering how I get the work done. It's not doing itself.
I've not been to the gym in weeks. I have more meetings than I ever dreamed of having, and they're not voluntary meetings. These are meetings I've got to go to.
What is going to give?
The more I try to find a personal life, the more work life comes crashing down on top of me. I can't get out from under it.
I'm drowning ... slowly, suffocatingly drowning ...