I have been having insomnia, despite being desperately tired during the day. I walk till my feet throb and my contact lenses get dry, yet I still can't sleep through the night.
I blame my pillows, but I've fallen asleep in stranger contortions than flat out with a bad pillow.
If I can't sleep tonight, I won't waste time trying to. I should get up and try what some people do, paint at 3 am, or watch television.
I've never been one of those to study or work through the night. One am is my breaking point, after which the slightest push can make me cry, such as a sad song. When I was in morning school, I would panic if i wasn't asleep by 11, and end up in tears thinking of how little sleep I was getting. (It's good to know that k was like that too.)
One of the ways I got myself to sleep was to stop breathing. I'd slowly release my breath, and not think about taking the next one. Another way was to try all the different sofas in the house where I frequently collapse for naps.
The worst thing about insomnia is the mind is too conscious of needing to sleep to fall asleep. When my thoughts turn to dream sequences of ridiculous things, my brain picks up on it and pokes me excitedly, saying, "that's it! you're falling asleep!" and the spell is broken.
All in all, I'm thankful for my flexible work schedule. Or I might be crying these nights over how little sleep I'm getting.
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