Insomnia…

We have to stop meeting like this…

Sleep. Naps. My bed. The feeling of being well rested.

All things that I love. 

All things that were taken from me (well aside from my bed. It’s still here).

Insomnia. 

Cruel. Unforgiving. Draining. Relentless. Chronic. 

Delirious. Exhausted. Deprived. Anxious. Awake. Awake. Awake. 

What’s the max of Trazodone I can take? Doesn’t matter, it didn’t work. 

Ambien? Perfect if I only want 3 hours of sleep, then a day of depresssion afterwards. 

Restoril? Day 1 today. First 15mgs did nothing. Just took my second one. Fingers crossed. Waiting for tired to come. It never does though. 

Insomnia. I would do anything to rid my life of it for good. 

Author: Autumn Delaney

A screwed up girl in an even more screwed up world...

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