My husband has no idea how lucky he is. Not because he’s married to me, but because he is what I like to call an “Easy Sleeper”. He can sleep anytime, anywhere, anyhow. Camping in 100 degree heat in a sleeping bag in the rocky ground – he’s asleep within minutes. Neighbor dog barks all night when we have the windows open (A/C was broken) – he slept 10 uninterrupted hours. Our 120 pound dog is wandering through the house because he has an upset stomach from eating the 10th remote control this year – he doesn’t even wake for a moment. I’m sure you get the picture!
At the other end of the sleep spectrum is me! Since the day I was born, sleep has eluded me. My parents tell stories about my notorious ability to stay awake even as an exhausted infant and toddler. My first memory is from preschool or kindergarten, when I couldn’t sleep at night because I was worrying about something, anything. As an adult, I’ve tried everything – drinking, exercise, meditation, yoga, essential oils, and a laundry list of sleeping pills to name just a few. I frustrated the last psychiatrist I saw for sleep issues because I went through SEVEN prescriptions of the latest and greatest medicines. Each was a waste of time and expense, some of them even made me more anxious and awake!
Now, at forty-something and almost a year sober, I’ve finally accepted that sleep is just my nemesis. I’m simply destined to roam the halls randomly at night. Maybe these times are when, now that I’ve found peace with the issue, I’ll find inspiration and creativity.
Embrace the challenges and make them a positive. That’s what I’ll be telling myself at about 2:30am tomorrow…