D. pointed out to me the other evening that, since the election, I've been staying up later and later and therefore finding it increasingly hard to get up in the morning and get through the day. Her diagnosis is that I'm hyper-alert, always waiting for the next terrible thing that's going to happen.
I hadn't put those two things -- the sleep pattern and the election -- together, but I have noticed that my mind is racing all the time, like ping pong balls are bouncing around in my head, bouncing against the inside of my skull and against each other, such that I find it really hard to concentrate on things.
Spring break just started, and I'm hoping that during these two weeks I can -- in addition to grading 75 essays, prepping a new text to teach, visiting my family, and planning two workshops -- catch up on sleep and start figuring out how I can keep myself calmer in the face of what will undoubtedly continue to be terrible political news every time we turn around.
At my physical in January, my doctor did increase my Lexapro prescription, with permission to up it even more if it feels like I need it. Not sure that's the answer.
Blogging has clearly been one of the things that has fallen by the wayside during these panicky two months, but I'm thinking that picking it up again might be a help to my sense of a world out of focus and out of control.