I Ran On Three Hours Sleep For Months. Here's What Finally Switched It Off.
I want to tell you something I don't think I've said directly on this blog yet. For a long time I ran on about three hours sleep a night. Not by choice. Not because I was busy or because I had somewhere to be or because I was one of those people who genuinely function well on less. I ran on three hours because my brain simply would not stop. The moment my head hit the pillow it was like someone turned a switch on. Every thought I'd managed to hold at arm's length during the day came flooding in at once. Things I'd said. Things I should have said differently. Problems I couldn't solve tonight but couldn't stop trying to solve anyway. Worries that had no clear shape, just a weight, just a low hum of something isn't right even when I couldn't name what the something was. I'd lie there watching the hours tick by. 1am. 2am. 3am. Eventually falling into something shallow and broken that technically counted as sleep but didn't do what sleep is s...