When I was a little girl I was afraid to go to sleep. This may have something to do with my insomnia today, but that is just a hunch. Well, after many years of therapy, I have realize why I am unable to go to sleep and why I have panic attacks which prevents me from sleeping at night. This will be reviewed in another blog called Anxiety, Agitation and Anti-depressants.
When I was young, my grandfather passed away. My very wise mother said that he was just sleeping. Well, basically that scared the hell out of me. So since then, I can't sleep like a normal person does. For many years following his death, I would have to hold my mothers hand to go to sleep. In my mind, that if I held her hand and something happened to her (she died) then our hands would forever be together. Screwed up, I know, but I was a kid. It gave me comfort knowing that she was right there.
It's amazing how you put memories in a place in your mind and they only creep out when something or someone brings them to your conscious. I'm sure my very smart niece, Jessica, has a psychological term for this, but I don't.

Everynight, like clockwork, he gets settled into bed. And as he gets drowsy, his sweet hand reaches for mine. I have never shared this story with him. Or anyone else, except therapist, for that matter. I'm not sure who is finding the most comfort by holding hands! I pray that his dreams are peaceful. And at least I have him for a little while.
Very smart...hehe.
ReplyDeleteI think that is very sweet...