I loathe insomnia.
Those who have never suffered from it, I envy you. Once, I would have counted myself amongst your number. I used to sleep for ten hours a night, no problem. Even when I first started having health issues, I never had problems sleeping. That came later.
Insomnia has been my sometimes companion for several years. It’s not of one variety, either – I have problems falling asleep, staying asleep and not waking up early. The latter is the most rare, which is funny, because it’s the one aspect that I think I could probably cope with the most.
I’ve tried sleeping pills with varying amounts of success, alcohol, cutting out caffeine, different diets, exercising like a fiend, practicing good sleep hygiene, herbs…the list goes on. I’m currently trying Valerian again, just to see if it makes a difference. I did succumb to sleeping pills one night this week (and may again tonight), but I don’t like to use them as a long term solution.
My suppressed immune system has also led to a mild sinus infection that’s not helping anything.
I wish I was one of those people who could use the extra hours that they’re not sleeping to do something productive (like writing), but I end up being so mentally fuzzy that I can’t concentrate on anything at all.
Still, I sat down and wrote today. What I wrote, I have no idea right now. It’s just rewriting, so it shouldn’t be a huge hassle. But I need to remember to check it properly tomorrow. Assuming that I sleep tonight.
Mirrored from Stephanie Gunn.