If anyone is the queen of sleep anxiety, it might be me. I spend the night lying awake, unable to shut my brain off from ruminating thoughts. They either prevent me from falling asleep for hours, wake me up in the middle of the night, or act as an alarm clock well before my iPhone chirps at me bright and early. I’m left feeling, quite obviously, exhausted.
By the following night, my anxieties and stress have eased but I’m left with a new worry: that I won’t be able to fall asleep again, resulting in yet another restless night. It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy, because that fear leaves me tossing and turning yet again.
