If I’ve managed to convey one thing in my little series about insomnia, I hope you know this: insomnia is hard … but also, it can be pretty special. Few words capture this better than the ones below, which I wrote just after the night of my ninth wedding anniversary. It’s one of my favorite posts … I […]
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this is what my subconscious sounds like …
Insomnia Diaries — 7/20/2014 if i should be transformed then oh — let the gods make me a bird to sing my secrets to the ear unheard. * at night the bush below my window burns — the nest inside catching like tinder. one small bird leaps up, alight, feathers on fire, its […]
Insomnia: a storm & a silver lining…
It’s true, what I’ve been telling you here over the past two days: Insomnia is hard. And it’s dark. But also, it’s beautiful… and to stay silent about that would be the worst kind of ingratitude. I know… I know. It sounds crazy to say that there could be something magical about night terrors and […]
Flashback: what an insomniac doesn’t tell you…
Yesterday, I told you that I’d spend this week talking a little bit about my struggle with insomnia: Its darkness… And its light. The post below is the first I ever wrote about my disordered sleeping patterns … And as far as I can tell, it’s the *only* post in which I ever talked about it […]
the things I don’t want you to know about me…
Can I tell you a secret? Almost a month ago, our little corner of the world observed Insomnia Awareness Day … and I didn’t write a word. That’s bothering me now. Truth be told, I make an excellent voice for those of us who suffer from insomnia. I came into the world sleepless and howling, […]
Sleepless, Under Shooting Stars
A week ago. It’s three a.m. and I’m lying in bed, feeling the slow wash of the oscillating fan stirring the sheets. I settle closer against my husband, stare at the ceiling and wonder — a familiar question — if I’m the only one awake. I’ve spent my life as an insomniac, and I can […]
What an Insomniac Doesn’t Tell You…
I like the world best by morning light… The way it pushes into the room through every opening. The way it fills up every space with an invitation to begin, now, while the canvas is blank and the page uncluttered. I am an insomniac. I have been for all my life, starting from the moment […]