Sleep

This morning was like landing with a thud from a floaty cloud. All the agitation and excitement from yesterday had washed away and I stared out the window wondering what the hell I had gotten myself into. Might have also just been waking up at 6:30 am (I usually get up at 8).

I kind of limped along to DBT group this morning - the endorphins from last night had masked a slight sprained ankle. DBT was on mindfulness again, which I know I need, but tends to relax me to the point of sleepiness. Of course, when I'm actually trying to go to bed, it doesn't work. Of course. It's always strange how having an age difference in the group affects the dynamics - it really shouldn't, but somehow it does.

A random question I've had is why the majority of support group attendees and caretakers (psychiatrists, therapists, social workers, etc) are white. I've seen Asian doctors visiting from their countries, but otherwise no Hispanic, African-American, or Asian or any other ethnic group - well, okay I've seen African-American staffers/counselors, but rarely doctors. I also wonder about the patients...I guess I'll look around carefully during the DBSA meeting tomorrow...