I am an idiot. I spent the better part of two years fighting insomnia. Insomnia caused by a medication I was on. I went through a string of meds that were supposed to help me sleep. Some did some didn’t but if they helped me sleep the side effects where far worse than the ailment they were supposed to fix. So in my infinite wisdom I started drinking every night in order to get some sleep. It was not a problem it was just the only thing I found that would help me shut down enough to get some sleep.
My doctors and I went back and forth over what was better for me. Their meds that caused me to miss more work and gave me physical and mental side effects that, to me, where far worse than whatever the booze might be doing. The docs thought there way was the better way and that I would just get used to the side effects or they would go away once I had been on the meds for a while.
Guess what, we were both wrong. After going through the nightmares of the meds and the coast of the booze I finally did the one thing I should have done to start with.
I prayed. I prayed and prayed and prayed some more. I asked for guidance and wisdom and peace, and above all I asked for sleep. And guess what happened. I got sleep. I got guidance. I got peace. Wisdom my family might argue with but that’s ok. Does this mean I will never suffer from insomnia again, no? Does this mean that every night I get as much sleep as I want, no? But it does mean that right now I have been getting enough, and that is enough for me.
It also means that the next time I need help I will start with prayer. I will listen to my docs but I will put prayer first.