I tossed a lot last night and when my mum woke me up, I could feel it’s onset.
It’s an ugly feeling. The drowsiness, the reluctance to leave the lying position, the exhaustion, the falling into a bottomless pit sensation. I had no strength to deal with this today.
I woke up, saw my mum off and decided to cancel everything on my to do list. The only item I couldn’t cancel was Tracey, I needed her to help with a few things so I called and asked her to come closer to lunch and not earlier.
And then I prayed
I asked God to take it away
I asked him to calm me
I asked him to pace me
The day has ended and I am glad that the episode passed. Sometimes it just goes on and on.
I trust God for a better day tomorrow because I know all is well.