While I’m fairly confident that I’m pulling out of depression a bit (seasonal maybe? Reverse SAD? Will have to ask the doctor), I’ve noticed that awake is trying to push in. It’s insomnia, sort of, in that I’m very very alert at bedtime. I’ve been taking melatonin atop my meds to try and help combat it, and it’s mainly helping… mainly. I’ve had a few nights this week where I’ve been too wiggly and uncomfortable to get settled down, or ‘better’ — the brain just being full-on perky instead of winding down. The latter is preferable to the former, insomuch that there’s a chance of thinking soothing meditative thoughts and getting to sleep.
Tonight, I think, will be different. For one, I feel physically exhausted; I was out socially this evening and that is always wearying. Atop that, I was teaching someone how to crochet, and as I am (in my head) a terrible teacher, it takes a bit of energy to make that happen. Add in the fact that my left-handed approach to crochet is somewhat counterintuitive to normal instruction and my student was definitely responding with some of that (as in, I don’t move the yarn — I move the hook. It’s magic), there was definitely a lot of demonstration and explaining repeatedly. Still, she felt like she’d learned something, and I didn’t want to tear my hair out, so we can probably call it a win. And if I zonk out tonight, that’ll be a proper bonus.