COMFORT COMES FROM UNLIKELY SOURCES

Pug wrapped in fuzzy blanket.

I have never been a good sleeper. It only got worse after Mr. Virgo died. I stayed up till all hours, avoiding going to bed because I had to go to bed alone. I’d play computer games all night and fall…exhausted…into bed near dawn only to awaken a couple of hours later. Good sleep hygiene didn’t come for quite some time. But, even when the acute stages of grief had passed, I just couldn’t sleep very well.

I had taken a prescription for years for a mild, non-addictive medication that aided sleep but not long after Mr. Virgo died, the medicine started making me jittery. I tried melatonin and it worked a little then it also began to have an empirical effect and kept me awake. I did sleep better once I got my little camper, TOW-Wanda. That worked great till I had to put her away for the winter and I was back to square one. It wasn’t till I sold the house, traded in little TOW-Wanda for TOW-Wanda Grande, that I accidently stumbled upon the solution to my sleep woes.

When I was outfitting my new camper to live in fulltime, I went into Bed, Bath, and Beyond looking for a comfortable throw for the sofa. This was right when those really, really soft throws were coming out. You know the ones…they kind of look like nubby shearling on one side and the other side feels…heavenly. Like velvet, only softer. I loved it. One night it was pretty cold and I threw the throw on top of the bed. As I snuggled down under the covers, the soft side of that blanket brushed against my cheek and something strange happened. It was almost primal…something deep within me felt such an incredible sense of comfort. I must have had a soft blanket as a child…most babies do. The feeling of that blanket put me to sleep in like…five minutes. I have never, ever in my entire life fallen asleep in five minutes. It always took hours…literally hours to fall asleep. I was in heaven! I could hardly wait to go to bed at night because I knew I’d get to sleep. It was crazy…but it worked.

I am faced with a bit of a problem when I travel. It’s a little difficult to take my “blanky” with me in a suitcase and it’s a bit bulky for the plane. The other day I was in Walmart and decided to check the baby section to see if they had small softies that would be more convenient to travel with and of course…they had a variety. I felt one after the other till I found the perfect one…a pink number that is 30″x40″. Do I feel silly? Heck no! There are lots of things I’ve used for comfort since Mr. Virgo died. I had the fur coat he gave me turned into a throw for my bed. I think it’s fine to use items that belonged to your loved one for comfort, too. A reader told me the other day she had a pillow made from one of her husband’s shirts and sprays it with his cologne. I wore Mr. Virgo’s leather bomber jacket for a couple of years. I use to sleep in one of his shirts. I don’t need those things anymore but I still have them in case I want them in the future. This little soft blanket (and a drop of an essential oil blend for sleep on the bottom of each foot and my earlobes) is just the ticket for comfort and helps me drift off to sleep in minutes most nights.

What are your comforters? Do you have a bedtime ritual that helps you get to sleep? Do you wake up a lot and can’t get back to sleep? Let us know what works for you. We all can use a good night’s sleep!

“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you.”
‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭43:2‬ ‭ESV‬‬
#comfort, #sleep, #sleephygiene, #grief

4 thoughts on “COMFORT COMES FROM UNLIKELY SOURCES

  1. Love those soft blankies!! My son took mine! lol! I have another one! I can snuggle up on couch and I’m out fast! Sometimes I sleep better there!

    1. Like I said, my best sleep is always in the camper, but this blanket sure has been a game changer. Glad you had a spare, Alaine!

  2. I don’t where or how to start. Tomorrow is my birthday I will be 71 years old so very old. I don’t feel my age some days I don’t look it tonight it’s right there. I miss my darling he died 3 years ago in October leaving me alone with 3 sons who cover the spectrum and due to various political beliefs I am unable to have them togetgr in my home at the same time they all show me love in their own way but refuse to join as a family social has reined us a s we are no longer free thinking but have become bulkiest towards tehose with different valid feelings. I am overwhelmed by the emotions and hatred that has been exposed. I want to run al
    Way from all of it but don’t know where to 17 years older and left me too soon or too late. I am miserable

    Me here

    1. Hi Carol…it’s really rough when your adult children don’t get along. Three years out still isn’t that long of a time in the grand scheme of things. I know I always feel my worst when I have no power in a situation. When I make choices and stand up, I take my power back. The important thing to do in every situation is move forward. Even teeny tiny baby steps get us started. Set a goal for yourself. Find something that interest you…a play or a concert or a trip. Schedule it. Write it on your calendar. Commit to it. Then do something every single day leading up to it that prepares you for the event. Google directions. Search the area on google maps street view and become familiar. Get a book on the subject at the library. Go look at the Sisters on the Fly website.

      Sweet girl…let me tell you something. 71 is NOT old unless you THINK it is. I’m only 7 or 8 years behind you and I refuse to get old. I may age chronologically. I may mature in my thinking. But, honey…old? Never! I’ve been old a hundred times. I’m done with that. Thank you for being here.dear one. ❤️

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