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Declutter - Insomnia

Sleep is a delicious escape. Sleep is an act of faith: we hope that we will wake again. The vast majority of people see insomnia as a problem. 
What exactly is insomnia?

Insomnia is a place of suffering and creation. Insomnia usually begin with a lament. Of we insist viewing insomnia as merely as a matter of negatives, a condition defined by nothing, a blank. The we risk missing what it can potentially reveal.

I love to sleep, I adore naps; the exhale that the day is over. I always like to write at night. I am a metaphorical insomniac; Asleep, but not at rest. Awake, my eyes closed. We have to learn to use this as advantage. Instead of spending that time on social networks, on watching TV, or even reading books. Personally, I prefer to spend those moments reflecting (Introspection).

I estimate last two articles written were the ripen fruits of those nocturnal reflections. “A crisis of good or of evil, a dark night of the soul that may either bless or curse, that can lead in some cases to epiphany and in others to confrontation with chaos and death itself.” – Lisa Russ Spaar.

But how I can manage my sleep time?

There are two reasons why I have this 'free time' in bed. I usually sleep past midnight but I go early to bed. The other reason is that I used to wake up at the middle of my sleep and I can’t go back to sleep anymore. I even have days where I can sleep only 3 or 4 hours. I write everything that crossed my mind the other night in the morning or wherein I can have my leisure in my busy-dizzy day time. I don’t stop writing until the article is ready for editing. I feel empowered to find a sleep solution has made a huge difference in not just my sleep but my life and I’ve stopped trying to be a perfect sleeper.

Remember whatever you go through, You’re not alone. You’re loved and there is not a single ounce of shame you should feel for seeking a helping hand or perhaps a mind. 

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