What keeps me up at night?
I’ve had insomnia for the better part of 20 years or so, reappearing in fits — often when spring approaches.
I could perhaps make a circumstantial case blaming it on the weather. However, the best bet is simply my outlook as I drift off to sleep.
I hate going to sleep — I cannot relax when confronted with the thought that I’m moving further and further away from times I cannot get back. I hate the thought of another day passed, chances wasted, risks untaken, promise or potential unfulfilled. What’s more, I always wake up older than I was before I went to sleep — the mere thought instills me with stir craze.
