Taking the time

Saturday 22nd January

When I go up to bed on Tuesday night, I feel like the weight on my shoulders is lighter. I get myself in bed and do my daily gratitude, the husband comes in and asks if the power had gone out as his “vintage” alarm clock is flashing, I check my clock which is fine, when I look, it’s flashing 11:11, which is believed by some to be a message from the universe.
Despite being exhausted, sleep doesn’t want to come. My brain is whirring with ideas, the decision I have now made to have some time out has left me feeling excited about life again and unusually, instead of laying awake worrying, I am fully confident that everything is going to work out as it should.

When I do wake up on Wednesday morning, I have had 3 hours of sleep at the very most and the worry that alluded me at 4am has now decided to show up.
I am anxious about calling the doctor, I’m feeling like a fake and questioning myself again. Fortunately, the doctor has a slot available in the morning so I don’t have to sit with this all day.
The doctor is very kind and understanding and once I start talking about my situation, I say more than I had planned, the words just tumbled out. She signed me off for a few weeks, that weight felt even more lighter and by the end of the day, once I messaged my boss to tell her I had been signed off, the weight on my chest was almost gone. I have…