“Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.”
~ Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler’s Wife
Goodness, what a night I had last night. After a day of psychic appointments, and on my heavy new lyme drugs I was tucked up in bed and asleep by 7.30pm.
So I was startled to be woken by my phone a little after ten. A long-standing client had called my mobile, desperate, because her daughter was acting strangely and was suicidal. What could the mother do?
I spoke with both of them for hours, and eventually convinced them to call an ambulance. This morning the daughter is in a locked ward, safe and well-attended, and the mother and I will finally be able to talk about the elephant in the room – her daughter’s drug addiction.
It’s a terrible thing, this secret her daughter has kept these past few years, but now it’s all out in the open she can get the help she needs.
And me? I went back to sleep at about two. So I thought you’d cut me a little slack in being late to blog this morning.
Life. The texture and weft of this tapestry we’re weaving is so rich, isn’t it? So many stories, so many journeys, so much pain, so much love…
Be well today. Treat yourself and others kindly. Bless xx