I slept for 9 hours!

9 hours….

I have been sleeping better,

creating a routine,

getting exercise during the day,

but 9 hours….

of course I then start questioning myself,

was that too long,

is this just another sign of depression,

the depression that kept me awake

for so long?

9 hours,

maybe I am just lazy!

Maybe,

but then I stop and think more clearly,

no I am not lazy,

I am healing,

and sleep helps healing,

over the last months I have faced many griefs,

so long buried,

others more recent,

I am one for not dwelling,

one for getting on with life,

one for hiding,

and for finding unhelpful ways of coping….

now I am sleeping,

sleeping with the named griefs of my 60 years,

looking at them,

accepting them,

not trying to diminish them…

I slept for 9 hours,

I needed those 9 hours,

today I have read and prayed,

made coffee

and scrambled some eggs,

now I am going to walk,

who knows,

tonight I might sleep for 10 hours!