The 5 Stages of Insomnia
I imagine most people think the worst part of insomnia is the endless proverbial seconds, minutes, and hours of a ticking clock. Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick...
But for me, the worst part is knowing that tomorrow I will most likely be the worst version of myself for lack of a good night’s sleep. The 5 stages of insomnia taunting me.
5 stages of insomnia
Lying awake, my eyes closed and my brain on, means I am completely aware of the detriment I am doing to myself and my family. My poor family, the people who will have to live with the monster enraged by lack of sleep. But instead of thinking of them, I lie in my usually comfortable bed which has now turned against me, and ruminate through the 5 stages of insomnia.
I am going to sleep tonight. I know I can. I just need to relax. If I can just find a good position to lie in I’ll drift off to dreamland.
Just let me get 2 more hours of sleep. I promise to change my bedtime routine. I’ll cut all electronics, the phone, laptop, even my Kindle. I’ll stop eating late and give up alcohol completely. I promise I will meditate and take a hot bath before bed every night. Please, just let me go to sleep now.
I can’t believe I am still awake. 3 hours of sleep is a joke. I am human. We were not made to function like this. I should not have to live like this! My family should not have to live with the repercussions of my insomnia.
I just want to cry. I am so tired of being tired. I cannot continue like this. How can I be expected to live like this? It is not fair. This kind of life is impossible.
I am still not sleeping so I’ll just get up. There is no use lying in bed trying for something that is never going to come. I guess I’ll write.
Living in the aftermath
When I lay down, I can never predict how many hours of sleep I might get that night. 5 hours? 3, 2 maybe? It’s the dealer's choice and my brain is the dealer. Some days we’re in sync, and some days I want to stab myself in the eye.
But nothing compares to the damage I cause the next day. Yelling, snarling, and short-tempered, my family walks around on eggshells trying to avoid my sleepless wrath.
I imagine they have their 5 stages of insomnia too. Only for my husband and kids, I am sure it’s all about dealing with a sleep-deprived monster who has taken the place of their normally loving mommy and wife.
Are people dismissive of your insomnia?