After Midnight

Can’t sleep. Or, more accurately, woke up from a sound sleep to face the mid-morning dark and stillness.

I am not afraid of the dark. In fact, I rather enjoy it. That wasn’t always so.

I was afraid of the dark when I did not understand my own inner demons.

Pesky buggers, demons. For a long time, I didn’t understand them but I acknowledged them.

Acknowledging them, it turns out, was the most effective way to deal with them. By seeing them and calling them out for what they were, I was already on a healing path. But overcoming and actual healing from the damage they did took years. Still a work in progress, if I’m honest.

I had no healthy outlets for addressing my pain for many years. Society permits us to express and manage our pain only in prescribed and “socially acceptable” ways. Drinking is one of them. As are many other addictions: shopaholism, workaholism, workout-aholism. Not that that last one is even a word but you get what I mean.

I am intrigued by people who reportedly struggle with inner demons but claim to have no idea what those demons are or where they came from.

I never had that problem. My demons had human faces and clear memories of their inhuman acts. Still, it is common for the abused to not vividly remember the face of their abuser. It’s a protective device, denial.

That memory and the identity of their demons may be well hidden from the abuser’s consciousness until the psyche can handle and fully process what it knows. It is why that people who seem to have finally arrived at a safe place in life feel their difficult memories most vividly.

I have been fascinated all my life by what society determines right and wrong or good and evil. Those designations can vary from culture to culture.

The taboo against murder is pretty universal but there was a time when human sacrifice was the prescribed method for “appeasing the gods.”

Almost unimaginable in most of our cultures today, but once upon a time, the practice was common.

All to say, it is not past demons that woke me up in the middle of the night. Not scary and threatening ones at any rate. I was awakened by task overwhelm. I am juggling too many responsibilities and activities in a limited timeframe. I sometimes forget to remind myself that the pressure I am feeling, I am creating.

Guess my psyche decided to wake me up at 3 o’clock in the morning to deal with all of it. Silly psyche. I don’t want to be the one to tell it there is precious little that can be done about any of what I need to deal with at an ungodly hour.

For one thing, the tasks I am facing require people’s help. And oddly, I cannot count on them at 3 o’clock in the morning.

I have few other options at this point but to try and return fitfully to sleep. I can add to my “to do” list, so I do. I can imagine the ideal outcome I am striving for, which is, I realize, unrealistic. I can imagine a better night’s sleep eventually. But at the moment, I am stuck.

So I’ll hang on until morning. The perseverance strategy got me through many sleepless nights when the demons were very real and had real human faces. Blessedly, most of the worst of them are well behind me.

Whatever else it was that has decided to wake me up in the middle of the morning, I know I can at least stare it down and deal with it. Eventually.