Since I was little, I remember always having trouble sleeping. It was an uncomfortable feeling. Half of me wanted to stay up... to be around my family and such. The other half of me was just plain exhausted... and wanted the release of sleep.
Now that I'm 25 and on the right meds, I realize something. Insomnia is another way I'm reaching back.
I felt comfortable, after the years passed, in staying awake.
This may not seem that critical, but as it is now 12:36 in the morning and I'm still awake... I am not worried about staying awake to write this.
I'm content. I'm happy with where I am in life.
To say those words and actually mean them... is incredible for me.
Good night all. I can say that and know that sleep will come when it comes... and I'll be ready to greet it.
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