It was 3 a.m. and my thoughts wouldn’t let me sleep. I tossed and turned, and nothing but my thoughts happened. At the time I didn’t know what was wrong so I got up and took my journal and a pen. And then, as I started writing, I realized I’m going down the black hole. Again.
January 13, 2019. 3:01 a.m. I haven’t had a positive thought in my mind for so long.
My eyes opened after only four hours of rest. And the thing is, when insomnia is constantly present in your life, there’s no going back to sleep. I remember waking up in the middle of the night a few times, glancing around and realizing that I still have more time to rest. It’s becoming a routine where at first the body feels too tired to even move, so I stay in bed hoping for sleep to come back, one hour later I feel the same, if not worse, and I still haven’t been able to sleep. I’m left with no other option but to get up and start the day with whatever energy I’ve accumulated.