"Describe your feelings about sleep."
Sleep disobeys me regularly. Or, rather, my body disobeys the order to sleep. Or my mind does. Or, most accurately, both of them.
My body is a delicate, OCD flower that cannot handle it if I haven't just had a shower (an hour ago doesn't cut it), or if my muscles are aching because I have had the temerity to exercise, or if, when I had my shower, I didn't wash my hair on the required day. It doesn't matter if it's not clean, if my mind realises I should have washed it - that it was a wash my hair day, then there will be no sleep. Not for ages. And if I'm even the slightest bit hungry I will stay awake until I am ravenous, then get up for a snack, then, finally, go to sleep.
My mind does various things. Sometimes it is just ON. Not thinking, not worrying, just a bit sort of nrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr (imagine a constant loud drone of something. Except without the sound. But it's that feeling - the mind feeling caused by that type of sound.)
Sometimes it (part of it) sits there going, 'Doo be doo be do,' while another part of it goes, 'Shhh!'..
Sometimes I stress about things.
Sometimes I'm making up way too good a story. This is when one of my sleeping techniques backfires: I've found quite a good thing is to make up a story (because it makes my brain attach to something, but in a not stressful way - so keeps it still, stops it pinging around). BUT it must be a boring story. I find the best things are stories of someone who is ill or very tired and so is lying pretty much asleep in a bed. Otherwise, I'm kept awake by the various sagas I make up.
Of course there's the related problem of 'Oh no, you opened the floodgates'. Lots of you will probably recognise this - I turn the light off, I turn it on, I write a note about a story idea in my phone or on a scrap of paper, or get up and write it in the relevant notebook. Then back into bed, light off.... Then light on, write note.... Repeat this many many times.
One time I tried to count sheep. It went like this: I imagine a fence and some sheep. They jump over it one at a time. I count. THEN the sheep get faster. Much faster. And faster and faster! I count very fast. THEN several jump at once. I go, 'Ok so I'd got to 25, then that was 4 so that's 2-" But THEN some jump back the other way. ARGH! That is MATHS! Lots of MATHS! Obviously my mind didn't want to sleep that night.
So yeah, sleep: somewhat problematic.
Sleep disobeys me regularly. Or, rather, my body disobeys the order to sleep. Or my mind does. Or, most accurately, both of them.
My body is a delicate, OCD flower that cannot handle it if I haven't just had a shower (an hour ago doesn't cut it), or if my muscles are aching because I have had the temerity to exercise, or if, when I had my shower, I didn't wash my hair on the required day. It doesn't matter if it's not clean, if my mind realises I should have washed it - that it was a wash my hair day, then there will be no sleep. Not for ages. And if I'm even the slightest bit hungry I will stay awake until I am ravenous, then get up for a snack, then, finally, go to sleep.
My mind does various things. Sometimes it is just ON. Not thinking, not worrying, just a bit sort of nrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr (imagine a constant loud drone of something. Except without the sound. But it's that feeling - the mind feeling caused by that type of sound.)
Sometimes it (part of it) sits there going, 'Doo be doo be do,' while another part of it goes, 'Shhh!'..
Sometimes I stress about things.
Sometimes I'm making up way too good a story. This is when one of my sleeping techniques backfires: I've found quite a good thing is to make up a story (because it makes my brain attach to something, but in a not stressful way - so keeps it still, stops it pinging around). BUT it must be a boring story. I find the best things are stories of someone who is ill or very tired and so is lying pretty much asleep in a bed. Otherwise, I'm kept awake by the various sagas I make up.
Of course there's the related problem of 'Oh no, you opened the floodgates'. Lots of you will probably recognise this - I turn the light off, I turn it on, I write a note about a story idea in my phone or on a scrap of paper, or get up and write it in the relevant notebook. Then back into bed, light off.... Then light on, write note.... Repeat this many many times.
One time I tried to count sheep. It went like this: I imagine a fence and some sheep. They jump over it one at a time. I count. THEN the sheep get faster. Much faster. And faster and faster! I count very fast. THEN several jump at once. I go, 'Ok so I'd got to 25, then that was 4 so that's 2-" But THEN some jump back the other way. ARGH! That is MATHS! Lots of MATHS! Obviously my mind didn't want to sleep that night.
So yeah, sleep: somewhat problematic.