I'm going on 20 years without regular sleep. I go about a week and then crash for maybe three hours. For the first 10 years I just felt tired a lot. Now, I feel exhausted and frustrated, like I'm, losing my mind. My memory has been embarrassingly bad since this all started Sometimes even to the point where I forget the point of what I'm saying mid-sentence or can't think of a very simple word needed to finish my thought. Prior to all of this I had a very good memory. I've somehow managed to maintain my employment, although I'm about 50% on a even a very good day. I take way too much Tylenol to cope with the severe sleep deprivation headaches I endure nearly every day. Very seldom I'll have days where I feel so incredibly sleepy - actually *sleepy* - only to close my eyes to nap and then I still maintain semi-consciousness. In fact, on those rare occasions when I do "sleep", I am still extremely aware of my surroundings for the duration. I've taken various medications for years, such as benzodiazepines, Ambien and Lunesta. Lunesta has worked best. I've been taking it for six or seven years straight. Even though it only gives me one or two hours of light sleep a day, without it, I would've gone mad. I was nearly already there, which is why I was prescribed the medicines in the first place. At least with the Lunesta, I can maintain some semblance of normalcy. I have no real close friends, except for my wife. She listens (not so much anymore, understandably), but doesn't understand the unbearable agony of what it takes every day just to stand up. I so desperately miss that incredible feeling of waking up feeling refreshed after a good nights sleep. I'd give everything I own to get it back. I've tried over two years of CBT and it helped me to relax, push anxiety out of my mind, and put myself in a happy place, but it never leads to sleep. There is no compassion for insomniacs. Even work penalizes you when you yawn, like you purposely stayed out late. Their solution is to go to bed earlier. I can't count the likely thousands of hours I laid in bed "early" staring at the ceiling like a kewpie doll. I'm not sure there is any help for me anymore. I just know I really need some and to know I'm not alone, as selfish as that sounds.
If you've gotten through my ramblings, thanks for reading my poorly organized thoughts. No paragraphs (besides this one), just scrambled ideas emerging in the linear way my functionally-limited mind produces them now.