Sleepless in Harlem
I can’t sleep. I stay up until 3 AM every night staring at the ceiling. Though I could easily blame it on anxiety, I don’t think that’s the culprit. After all, I’m not lying awake thinking about anything. I’m just awake.
I’ve never had trouble sleeping in my life. I was that person who always falls asleep during movies. I was the first kid to fall asleep at the sleepover. I fell asleep before midnight every night and was an early riser the next day. This crisis has broken me of that. I slept until 12:30pm on Sunday! I truly think that’s the latest I have ever slept in my life. I’m a morning person! *Was.
I’m drinking less caffeine than I do when I’m in the office. I lay down while I work for some the work day. At night, I watch tv and relax instead of going out with friends or doing other social activities. So, why am I so tired?
Tonight, I’m pulling out all the stops:
1. Sleep Mask
2. A Sleep Meditation Podcast
3. Chamomile Tea
4. No Screen Time an Hour Before Bed
If all that doesn’t work, I’m lost...