I counted a whole bunch last night while trying to sleep.
Well, I was crying again, and felt really depressed.
So I tried to distract myself WITH counting. Usually I do the opposite, like distract myself FROM the counting.
But this kind of worked out pretty well.
I had Full House on last night and I counted years between the girls, 5 years each. So if Michelle Is 5, Steph is 10 and that means DJ is 15.
I go over that over and over and over until it doesn’t make sense anymore!
And last night in bed while trying to sleep, I looked at the pictures on my wall. One of them was flipped around. I Stared at that picture for at least 40 minutes.
I wanted to get up and fix it, yet I wanted to prove I don’t have to do that.
So finally I just got up and fixed it, then finally, I could sleep.