Insomnia

I'm a night person, I always have been. Some of my earliest memories are of begging my parents not to send me to bed. Bed was the prison of having to stay relatively still and stare into the darkness for what seemed like hours. I would just get so bored with nothing to do, and no relief from the Sandman.

Nowadays I control my own bedtime, but sleep is sometimes still elusive. The other night I tried all my special tricks. I put on a soothing cd, no sleep. I got up and did something boring, no sleep. I put on a soft slow movie that I've seen a hundred times, no sleep. These were all in addition to my usual tricks of taking a low dose of melatonin, and wearing an eye mask to block out all light. I even keep an insomnia journal. I keep it under my bed and when my brain just won't turn off, I write for a page or two, sometimes it works.

I'm not really complaining, I'm used to it by now. I'm just too old to stay up all night and still function at full capacity the next day. I'm still feeling the effects of the other night. Sometimes I don't even fight it, if I can't sleep I just find a good book and read. I guess I fought it this time because I really wanted the ability to work well the next morning.

Oh well, I should sleep well tonight, and hopefully the next, and the next, and the next.