I had no idea how important sleep was for my health until my health hit rock bottom. The first time I felt I could sleep for days was after the birth of my third child. I was working full time, dealing with an abusive husband and young children who weren’t sleeping through the night. I took my infant daughter into the guestroom in an attempt to get a little more sleep which sparked a colossal rage episode with my husband who took the move as a sign I was having an affair. Ugh! After the birth of my fourth child, my health took a sharp dive and even after escaping an abusive marriage I still couldn’t sleep. I was riveted with fear that my ex would break in and attack us at night or I was having nightmares that he was already back and I couldn’t get him to leave. My children, traumatized, were unable to sleep and were up sleepwalking and crying out for me in the night likely from their own nightmares. I remember telling my co-workers that I needed to sleep for a few years to not be tired anymore. Sleep has been pivotal in my healing process. Sleep is a priority for me and I can’t imagine getting to this point in my healing journey without it.
I never knew there was a word for my love of the moon. Ever faithful, beautifully glowing in the night even when darkness and shadows swallow the earth. The moon is lovely and comforting on every sleepless night.