It's hard to explain it but beer is therapy. Sometimes you don't even need to talk to anybody about the things bothering you, you simply just sit quietly with a bottle of beer and "fix yourself".
I've barely had any sleep since last night because my dogs decided to be assholes. Their demons really took full control as they let loose last night, barking and voicing out their self imposed discomfort from shitting in their cage.
My wife tells me to take it easy on them because they're just dogs being dogs. She's right about that, they are just dogs and while they ruined a part of my night, the reason for my insomnia wasn't the dogs.
One thing I do unconsciously is sleep away my problems that are beyond my control. I try not to let issues pervade my mind by latching on to the earliest signs of sleep and hit the sack.
I don't do it consciously because I'm not really in tune with my emotions but on close introspection, I find that it's something I do. For the most part it works because most of the problems I try to sleep away are problems that are largely beyond my control.
It is a strange sleeping habit that I've developed over the years to cope with the rigours of life. It tends to interfere with other aspects of my life but at the same time, it is a defence mechanism that my mind created to protect me from the unknown.
Last night, I latched on to the first sign of sleep. I took a bath and wrapped myself with the duvet.
What would have been a sweet escape from my thoughts turned into a nightmare because the puppies wouldn't shut up. They were protesting because they shit inside their cage.
Sometimes around 1am, my wife did her best to fix the issue but the dogs had made a bigger mess than she was aware of. So due to all the noise, I cut short my sleep and went to address the problem.
After fixing the issue that included taking one of the puppies out to handle his business, insomnia attacked. All the thoughts I was avoiding came crashing down on me as I did my utmost to force sleep.
Many of the thoughts and worries that pervaded my mind were about things I can't control. I was thinking about all the traveling and some of the sales I'm yet to complete.
These thoughts constantly rang in my head throughout the wee hours of the morning. Inevitably taking away any hope of sleep, leaving me with a slight headache to boot.
All I can do now is drink a bottle of beer in the morning. Not ideal but as I drink it and draf this publication, I feel a weight being lifted off my shoulder. If that's not therapy, I don't know what is.
