I did it! Yesterday ended up being a bust, but today (last night) I got eight hours of sleep!
And you know what happened next?
I got out of bed!
Yep, you heard right. I got out of bed, then I made the bed, and then I straightened up the bedroom. None of that could be categorized as bare necessity. That was all pure luxury.
Could it be that this was what I needed all along? Could it be my overwhelming desire to stay in bed was my subconscious asking for more sleep? And in my stubbornness I refused to rest. Working from bed instead of getting the extra hours of sleep I so desperately needed.
I am still going to a psychiatrist. No change in plans there.
But it feels so good to be able to get up and feel (at least slightly) like a normal human being.