• Anxiety at 3:30 a.m.

    I can’t believe I’m sitting her typing this at 3:30 in the morning, but I am. I’m getting angrier by the minute that I can’t fall asleep and that my heart is racing for no good reason. This happens to me a few times a year, and like a dummy, I allow it to get the better of me instead of going with the flow. The worst part of all is that I’m actually exhausted. I suppose I should be thankful because it allows me a few moments to write a blog post, something I haven’t tackled since my birthday because I’ve been too busy. There are many of you…

  • Confessions of an Insomniac

    The cursor is blinking and I’m not sure how to begin. I guess I’ll just come right out and say it: I often suffer from insomnia. At some point during my adult life, I found myself unable to sleep. I go through stretches at a time when, no matter how hard I try and no matter how many times I try to get comfortable in bed, sleep will not come. I stew. I toss and turn. I try to count sheep. I pray. And yet, I get no reprieve. It’s 2:51 right now, and try as I might, I cannot sleep. One may wonder what causes this phenomenon. I detest…