Yesterday, I woke up and felt like hell. I slept horribly as thoughts kept racing through my head. I thought I must have the flu or some sort of illness: nausea, body aches, sore throat, headache. I made a doctor’s appointment for today.
Today, I woke up feeling pretty okay. I did not sleep so well, as a near-five-year-old kept kicking me in the thighs. However, I was not daunted by thoughts and could fall back asleep once I positioned him. I no longer felt sick. I still had a slight sore throat, but so very slight. I felt happy, energetic, ready to conquer the world (well, work and my 30 minutes of exercise).
The difference: support. Yesterday, I reached out and spoke “virtually” with some mother friends to sort out my crazy thoughts. My thoughts were not crazy per se…they were just driving me crazy! I also decided to let the afternoon take us where it may: picking up Roger, OT, rollerskating, talking about Inside Out, bath time, and, overall, sweetness.
So long overthinking — at least for one night!