There is one thing I like about working nights. I love it when I get home and immediately fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow. There’s something wonderful about being so tired and finally getting relief.
The bad things about working nights? On my way home this morning, I stopped at a green light on 2nd Avenue. Luckily it’s Sunday and no one was around. Oops.
I often wish I could be a child again and have the freedom to nap at any time and any place. It’s too bad that we don’t like nap time as kids; as adults, we live for naps.
Like most people, I think I spent half of my teenage years sleeping. I was (and am) a night owl, so I always stayed up far too late and slept in far too long. The same continued in university, until my third year.
In my third year, I began to have a lot of trouble falling asleep, often up until the wee hours of the morning. I couldn’t sleep in, either, so I spent all of third year being seriously sleep-deprived. In my fourth year my sleep pattern returned to normal, and I slept in like I’d always been able to do.
When I moved to Vancouver, my sleep pattern changed again. I didn’t have much trouble falling asleep, but I was up early – very early – every day. I knew I was tired, but I couldn’t sleep. When I returned home for holidays, I slept even less because of the time difference. I became increasingly frustrated, which, of course, kept me from sleeping.
A few months after being diagnosed with major depression and anxiety, I finally began to get back to my old sleeping patterns. I remember the first morning when I woke up later than 8 am. I was so happy that I could have cried!
We often take sleeping for granted; I know I did. I am honestly very thankful that I can sleep again.
Sleep = happiness.
(BTW – Whoever uploaded these old cartoons is a GENIUS!!)