Of late, the heatwave has been keeping me awake, night after night after night. I’m waking up with sweat soaked sheets and pillows, thirsty and as restless as hell. What to do?. Mostly I read, then I fall asleep only to wake up again wet through like before and feeling worse.
I’ve always said to people both privately and publicly, that night time is the worst time for my depression. It’s the time when if I let my guard down, the demons come for me and I’m full of fear, about everything. This is why after much thought, I’m going to keep what will call my ‘After Dark Diary’, which will be separate from my daily writings, noting down my fears as they happen, no matter where they come from, dreams or thoughts.
As most people know, writing about my depression has been and continues to be both my armour and shield. But what arrives in the wee small hours, has never been written down for reasons I can’t honestly explain. Let’s see how it goes, so tonight armed with a new notebook and pencils, I’m going to try and fend off the blankets of negativity, that leave me tired, drained and unable to function first thing in the morning. Demons beware, it’s me coming for you this time.