I Survived The Night

Well, I did it. I survived night 1 of being alone and came out relatively unscathed. It was harder than I anticipated though. Like I was ok until it came to be 8:30pm or 9:00pm and I started to get tired. And I realized I wouldn't be sharing a bed...I wouldn't be sleeping in the master bedroom...I wouldn't have that safe feeling that I had grown accustomed to.

I was hoping to fall asleep early, but that didn't happen. Even though I was dead-tired, I tossed and turned and cried for a while. And even when I fell asleep, it wasn't restful or peaceful.

But I made it. And will do it again, and again and again...until it feels normal (which I hope will be sooner than later). It still sucks though. And yes, I know that feeling will subside over time and once I get into my own routine, things will feel a little more normal and like I'm making headway with my "new" life...but until then, I foresee many the sleepless, unrestful nights where my mind just doesn't turn off.