Okay. So it’s the wee hours of the morning, and I can’t sleep. Yesterday is now technically today–and it’s waaaaaay too early to be ushering in a new day.
I’m sitting here at my computer, nibbling on miniature Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, and wondering what my deal is.
It could be my mind, which did seem to be wandering a lot as I was laying in bed. It could be the tea that I sipped on before settling in; but it was decaf! And please, no, don’t let it be the tea! It was so warm and yummy, and I don’t want to give that nighttime ritual up. It could be the increase in a medication that I’m taking, but it’s been several weeks now since the change in dosage, and it shouldn’t still be affecting me.
So again, I ask myself: What’s my deal?
The truth is that I don’t know, and that I haven’t known for the past week or so. Yes, this has been going on for about a week now. It’s quite exasperating. I hate laying in bed, feeling the warm covers around me and the comfy pillow under my head, and wanting SO BADLY to fall asleep…but not being able to.
I am truly my own worst enemy when it comes to insomnia, as well. Because the harder I try to fall asleep, the less likely it is for me to actually reach that elusive state of dreamland.
But wait! Maybe I’m really sleeping right now, and my writing this post is only a dream…
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