3:30 A.M. Bubble Thoughts
Today was one of those 3:30 a.m. bubble-thought mornings.
There’s been a lot of those lately, but this one had so many thoughts stacked on top of each other that sleep didn’t stand a chance.
So many early mornings lately.
Mixed emotions about a lot of things.
I’m not even sure what all of it is.
Maybe it’s the political fatigue.
It’s exhausting.
The constant daily politics in your face on the news, on social media, the back-and-forth between family. It’s just…a lot. Every day. And I think it wears on people more than we admit.
I recently realized I was unfriended by someone I thought was a very close family member. And for some reason, that affected me deeply.
Not necessarily because I was unfriended, people can do what they want, but because I believe it was for political reasons.
And I’m not even someone who posts political things.
In fact, I never do. That’s always been my rule.
I think what hurt was realizing I considered this person one of my go-to people. The kind of person you tell important things to first. The kind of person you assume will always be there in your corner.
Maybe that’s why it stung more than I expected.
It’s strange what gets you at 3:30 in the morning.
Not the big loud things.
The quiet shifts.
But as my saying goes…
there’s no crying on Sundays.
On a brighter note, my daughter is thriving in school.
She texted me recently with a question about my thyroid. She’s studying nursing and learning about thyroid disorders and how they can affect mood and depression.
Her text said something like, “Did you ever have depression issues when you started thyroid meds?”
I texted back, “No. It’s not depression. It’s because you make me crazy.”
A few seconds later, her response popped up:
“There’s medicine for that.”
And honestly… she’s not wrong.
That tiny exchange made me laugh and lightened everything just enough. Because sometimes in the middle of all the overthinking, politics, emotions, and 3:30 a.m. spiral thoughts, your kid reminds you to laugh or at least reminds you that science has options.
Some mornings start at 3:30 a.m.
Some thoughts follow you into the kitchen before the coffee even brews.
And sometimes you just sit with them for a while and let them pass through and remind yourself that not everything needs a resolution before sunrise.
Maybe that’s just life in this season.
Thoughts that show up too early.
Relationships that shift quietly.
Kids who grow up and text you medical advice.
You sit with it. You laugh when you can. You keep going.
And if the thoughts come back tomorrow at 3:30 a.m.,
I’ll meet them with coffee.
Because around here…
there’s no crying on Sundays.
