Not exactly how it works.

Once upon a time I loved sleep.  It came so naturally. The second my head it the pillow, I’d be out.  Actually, if it was after nine at night, I’d fall asleep standing up mid-conversation, mid-sentence.  Eight hours later I’d awaken from a deep rest refreshed and excited about 5:30am.

I’ve struggled with sleep for close to four years since my thyroid went haywire.  I’m hypothyroid and normally that means I should sleep ten hours a day and never feel rested.  Instead, I only get four to six hours of sporadic sleep and never feel rested.  For the most part, I just deal with being sleep deprived.  Once you’re used to it, it’s actually amazing what you can still do, to a point.

At times I have moments of concern.  I read an article reiterating all the things you try not to think about: sleep is when the body heals, lack of sleep increases your chance of gaining weight and making poor food choices, if you don’t sleep you’ll probably get Alzheimer’s.  Basically, this sleep thing I seem to have no control of is […]