
Insomnia started plaguing me when I was 11. Yep, 11. Daylight savings time hit, I couldn't sleep, and, well, it was all downhill from there. I spent years unable to sleep. I tried everything. Things would work for a while, but then I'd hit a bad stretch again.
What did it take to lead me on the path to an insomnia cure?
A year off, actually. I was lucky enough, a few years ago, to have a whole year off. No obligations. No work. No apartment, even. And - most importantly - no alarms.
Once I had some time to let myself truly SLEEP, I learned what normal sleep meant for me. After years of professing "Oh - I only need about 5 or 6 hours a night..." I learned that my body really wants about 8 hours and 15 minutes. Sometimes a little less, but certainly not 6 hours...
Ever since that year, I've slept better. Sure, I still struggle at times and go through stressed-out periods where sleep is elusive. In those times, I reach for my all-natural options, breathe deeply, do some shoulder stands, and thank the stars for a gift of a year that taught me how it felt to experience life with a clear head and a good night's rest.
-Heather... off to prep for bed...
Posted by: Elise | March 29, 2007 at 05:09 AM