Playing: "Change" - Banks
I have been sleeping a lot in the last few days. I have been this tired before--the kind of tired where I sleep 9 hours a night but still need several naps throughout the day--after the rape. I remember being impossibly tired then. I told a friend about it because she told me she was that kind of tired when she got pregnant and I was afraid I was pregnant. But I wasn't pregnant. It makes sense now that fatigue is one of the ways that my depression manifests itself.
I've been trying to figure out why my body is responding this way right now and I realized it's the 2 year anniversary of my first date with Kevin. I've also been trying to sleep on the right side of my bed recently, in hopes that it will start losing its significance. I think it's fucking me up mentally and my body is shutting down by putting me to sleep.
Thinking about it all right now is making me yawn wide and long. I slept for 7 or so hours last night and took a 2 hour nap this afternoon, but I could easily go for another nap right now. And if I did nap, I'm sure I'd still be able to fall asleep again at 10 or so tonight.
I think I might go take a nap now. Even though it's almost 6 in the evening.