I’m sitting here on my couch, wide awake, at 3am. I’ve been here before. Insomnia and I are old friends. It used to make me crazy, especially when I worked a 9-5 desk job. I could never accept the fact that this is just who I am. I would toss and turn, angry and frustrated that I wasn’t like everyone else. I would stare at the ceiling and ask no one in particular, “WHY can’t I fall asleep like a normal person!?” There were nights when I would actually lie in bed with tears streaming down my face because I was still awake.
