I am learning a way to cope with my insomnia. I brake naps when I get tired, rather than force myself to stay awake in the hopes that sheer exhaustion will make me sleep. That approach has failed miserably.
So here I sit at nearly 0209, awake after a long nap. No longer will I lament what is happening to me, because I cannot control it. This time will be used to start, and perhaps complete, a blog post. It feels better when I turn this middle of the night awake time into something positive.
I already know that the future of this night can go either one of two ways. I will get more sleep, or I won’t. I’m tired of trying to make that decision for my body because it never succeeds.