I have insomnia. I’ve had it since I was a kid. My husband is a great sleeper and can’t begin to understand why I can’t sleep at night. He always asks me what on earth is going on inside my head when I’m tossing and turning at night. So I decided to jot it down.
Here’s what happens inside the mind of an insomniac:
Me: YAWN. I’m tired.
Brain: Me too. Goodnight.
Me: Goodnight …
Brain: You’re going to die, you know. [Read More...]