"and better isn't always doing well, I know because I am better now myself...I wish I didn't love you quite as much" -Wye Oak
There are two parts to the quote above.
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First, I can't sleep, again. I got nearly 6 hours of sleep Friday night. Big f-ing deal, right? Unfortunately this means that awake will be my state for the next 72 hours. This might also mean it's time to give Ambien a second shot. Uck.
Have you ever seen those sleep aid commercials with Abe Lincoln, an astronaut, and a beaver? Their catch phrase is something practical like, "your dreams miss you." Well funny thing about that is that I have determined the cause of my insomnia (or at least one of the main causes) to be avoidance of my dreams. When I do sleep I have been having horrific nightmares about being trapped, chased, robbed, or murdered. Come to think of it, I wrote about this in an earlier post. Moral of the story is that your dreams may want you back, but you might not want them back. So, that ad campaign can suck it. I don't know what it's going to take, but boy would I sure love to make a change in my sleep patterns and mental health, a genuine non-drug assisted change. If I had dreams filled with Abe Lincoln, astronauts, and beavers (so long as they were not actively trying to hurt me), I wouldn't be an insomniac, guaranteed.
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Second, some heartaches will last a life time, this I have decided from firsthand experience.
