Those firsts nights alone in our bed are the most restless nights of sleep we will probably ever have. I used to stay up as late as I could until I would just collapse. I would exhaust myself with projects around the house and hope I would be so tired that I wouldn’t wake up in the middle of the night. It never failed, though; no matter how hard I tried I would always wake up.
So you lay in bed with our thoughts and your tears. The emptiness is excruciating. The only thing comforting is hope, but it is in these dark hours, hope seems lost. This is when our spirituality grows and we learn to pray. My advice – don’t pass up the opportunity.
Information provided by:
Tomi Tuel, Author of 101 Things I Learned After My Divorce