Is anyone else awake, will it ever be day again... Kate Tempest
Have to make some concessions when everything is working right
Have to count my blessings, helps me make it through the night
I’ve got love in my life as well as trouble and strife
And underlying depression
Van Morrison had it right, as so often… I have been churning the last hour or so, so thought I would share some of the butter created. I had five years of pretty severe sleep problems linked to depression and anxiety, nearly three years on sleeping pills, beta blockers and tried every anti-depressant known with little effect. I am now off all pills, and generally sleep is so much better…no longer waking up at 3 or 4 and unable to get back to sleep. But I miss a sense of peaceful calm in my mind. Rest is an active process now, full of tensions and inner dialogues. My mind races around, and I have to calm it by telling it there be no dragons. I am back in a much better space, have worked full time again, am able to walk with head held high, looking up to find the hope and beauty of the world. I am enjoying each moment of the day, spending time with my wife and family, walking in the beauty of nature and sharing thoughts, feelings and ideas.
But some underlying tension is still there and I don’t really get where it is coming from. I am not working and although much stress in life comes from work, much can also come from not working, lacking a sense of purpose and fulfilment in life. I have a pretty bad back, to the point where I have had spinal injections and am taking cocodamol to help. My knee is sore too – hopefully not arthritis, but a pulled tendon, which is causing me pain. I am 53, so I guess life just gets harder – my amazing mum and partner are in their nineties and somehow coping with so many physical ailments with a positive mind, so I have no excuse there! And I have smouldering myeloma, so some of my exhaustion may just be related to that. It also brings worries about the future, about how my life is likely to develop, which are more in focus now the depression and anxiety have lifted. But again, I have an inspiring friend who has been suffering from cancer for years, but still shows such light and positivity in her attitude that she has shown me what is possible. And my wife thinks it could be male menopause. Let this man pause whilst I look that one up… Mmmm, not sure about that one. Although the average age is around 54, let’s just say I don’t think I am suffering from most of those listed symptoms. Sometimes things look up.
And of course we are not short of things to worry about in the wider world. The fantastic news service we have serves up problems of nuclear war, fundamentalist terrorism, asylum seekers, climate change, refugee crisis, earthquakes and hurricanes, Brexit (don’t get me started!), and the most powerful man in the world is a psychopathic toddler squaring up to another despotic crazy nutter who might between them lead us to nuclear annihilation. All going well there then….
So this combination of extreme tiredness and tension seem to be my regular bedfellows, accompanying me through much of my day and night time activity. The old philosophy or acceptance, or more simply fuck it might help me cope with this, but I do miss the old relaxed me, who slept the sleep of the just and was more able to switch off his mind and thoughts. Is this a temporary condition, or my new self? I have had the blood tests for anaemia, am having regular blood tests and check ups for the myeloma, have asked my GP for advice. But ultimately medication, diagnosis and treatment are unlikely to provide many answers and the solution is more likely within my mental state. Meditation, calming techniques, plenty of exercise, water and music are what I prescribe myself. Illness has taught me the joy of being well, but seems to have taken away my sense of complete well-being, which I have not had for some time.
But compassionate mind training has taught me another good approach is to focus on the suffering and strength of others – my wife who has put up with so much in the last five years, my amazing mum and step dad who soldier on, my close friends with cancer and anxiety/ self esteem issues, the incredible people at the MS therapy centre, and a whole load of friends with some kind of mental or physical health cross to bear. By focussing compassion on them, I can learn to be compassionate to myself, stop asking so many questions of myself and try to live in the awake moments of early morning, as so many do.
“At this very moment, on this very street
Seven different people in seven different flats
Are wide awake, they can’t sleep
Now, of all these people, in all these houses
Only these seven are awake
And they shiver in the middle of the night
Counting their sheepish mistakes”
There is so much peace to be found just in people’s faces – Kate Tempest
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