OR, HOW THINGS KEEP GETTING WEIRDER AT NIGHT. EXCUSE MY RAMBLING ANECDOTES!

I really need to get a grip. At first I was worrying and whining on about not getting enough sleep then suddenly I’m plunging into the abyss with less and less help from medicine after doing my ritual changing of rooms when I have a bad streak sleep-wise.

Let me explain. Since being a child I have slept poorly and it has always been something I fret about as soon as I hit the hay. It’s vile and only bad sleepers understand the hideous anxiety that goes with. For example I have always freaked out on Sunday nights due to the pre Monday school blues and well, hysteria. This has continued into adulthood and beyond. However, don’t believe it’s the only day of the week I can froth at the mouth, any day of the week will do, regarding as to whether I’ll be able to sleep at all.

I’ve done all the correct things they bang on about. The darkening of the room is vital and I’ve made blackout blinds so snug that it makes the room fell like it doesn’t exist even and that I might have gone blind. The not watching TV (or any blue screen two hours before estimated sleep time) I don’t have a TV anywhere in the house let alone the bedroom so I don’t make that mistake as I turn everything off two hours ahead. I turn off the Wi-Fi on my phone after around seven and just read books afterwards to not over excite myself. I try not to drink anything after six and then only herbal tea (not even cocoa it has caffeine in it!) I go under my infrared lamp for a session which is by the bed. I turn the lights out between nine and ten putting on my audiobook very quietly and on its slowest speed with someone whose voice doesn’t irritate me. I then shuffle about finally resting on my left side to sleep. Well that doesn’t necessarily work but at least I’m trying. If i need, I take a sedative on bad nights and at least half a Sleepeeze. This can temporarily sort it but it doesn’t mean that I won’t wake in the early hours for wees or just because, and then crippled by the worry of it not be able to ‘drop off’ again until the cock crows. Am I rambling?