Last night, laying in bed, I felt calm for the first time in… forever. My thoughts weren’t racing, my pulse was even, and I realized I hadn’t had an obsessive episode in days. Normally, overcoming my insomnia requires two prescription medications, total darkness, a white noise machine, and a blessing from the Pope. This morning, I woke up with my e-reader resting on my chest, the bedroom lights still on, and sunlight streaming in through the window. I’d slept a full ten hours, and didn’t wake up once.
