Insomnia and I, the Best of Friends

by Mimo le Singe 6 months ago in art

A freestyle poem about one of my bad habits.

Insomnia and I, the Best of Friends

I'm realizing now more than ever

That writing is incredibly therapeutic for me.

If my previous posts about getting tattoos and healthy living

Are any indication, I'd say I'm becoming a lot more comfortable with

Opening up to my readers about my feelings, personal goals,

And troubles I may be facing.

It helps me to thoughtfully compose self-determined matters of great

Significance that are oftentimes hard to put in spoken words, and it's

Always important for audiences to learn a little more about the author

Behind all the formal discussions and opinions on subjects unrelated to

The self.

They are able to form a connection, to really explore where the writer is

Coming from. Or if anything, they may find something relatable in what is

Being shared with them, and in turn are able to assist a discourse in

taking its first baby steps.

Which brings me to today's topic, one I know for a fact many are familiar

With: insomnia. I've had problems sleeping for several years now,

But only recently have I begun experiencing restlessness for consecutive

Nights. It usually takes me about an hour on average to fall

Asleep, and there are eventides when I don't suspend consciousness

Whatsoever.

And even when I do manage to finally catch a ferry to dreamland, I'm

Wide awake again some odd hours later. I know that oversleeping can

Actually make you feel worse, and that it's advised to only sleep for as

Much as your conscious will allow. But this, quite frankly, has gotten

ridiculous.

Regardless of the many positions I try to get comfortable in, the decision

Of whether I want to keep the windows open for fresh air, dim any source

Of light in the room, or even drink tea, I just can't seem to shut my brain

Off when it needs to be shut. Not even those autonomous sensory

Meridian response videos on YouTube do anything for me.

They say that intelligent people are more likely to stay up longer.

Well, I'd say at the very least that I'm definitely a thinker.

I'm pretty sure that's my only issue here. It's true that over-thinking,

Especially about things that concern us the most, really does put a spell on

us.

But strangely enough, I find comfort in contemplating everything that

happens in my life, because I'm not granted as much time throughout the

day to really sit back and reflect on whether any of it makes sense or

holds any true meaning.

Being able to piece thoughts together coherently really is the first stage in

Acting upon or responding to an objective or experience, and the only

Chance I have to accomplish this is when dusk befalls my surroundings.

It only makes sense in a society where productivity is the key to survival;

We want to make use of every opportunity we have to make a difference.

I suppose it's better than being doomed to a century-long slumber, right?

If I'm to be perfectly honest with you all, I'm actually kind of afraid to cast

Aside my reflections in favour of sleep. I worry that I'll care less about

Them if I choose to just think about absolutely nothing at all. My hope is

That I'll one day learn to master lucid dreaming, or leastwise encounter

My mind's countless concoctions in my dreams, so that I can actually

Sleep at the same time and not compromise my well being.

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