right there with ya! As a child, I stayed up almost every night. I'd read books by my nightlight laying on the floor. Then when I had to share a room with my sister, under the covers with a flashlight. When I would try to go to sleep, my mind would start racing.
And that carries on to now. I'll be completely exhausted but unable to sleep. I finally fall asleep and wake up for the bathroom. Or a dream will wake me up. Or I'll wake in a panic thinking I'm late for work when I still have an hour or two before my alarm.
A lot of my sleep is very light, with the thoughts still churning. It's hard.
At this point, I'm ecstatic getting five hours of sleep. It's rough.
I refuse to look at my phone after 1am, I bury myself in the covers to block out light and sound, I try to get my mind to picture ocean waves or snow falling, and still I struggle.
But my best work, my creativity, my solutions to complex problems, all start to emerge late in the evening. It's too bad that I'm in accounting and the job requires a first shift role. I would be so much better working a second shift job.
Sending much support 💜💜