Sleep, and the Struggle Thereof

Sleep, and the Struggle Thereof

I slept five hours last night. I was expecting seven, but of course my anxiety had other ideas. Do you know what it’s like to wake up in the wee hours of the morning, not yet fully awake but just semi-comatose enough to know that something isn’t right? You hear...
So Much Colorful Trash

So Much Colorful Trash

I feel like so much colorful trash today. (Yes, there is such a thing as colorful trash. It’s the same as regular trash, just, y’know, brighter. Don’t ask me how it works. I don’t make the rules.) Between sleeping much less than my usual number of hours the last month...
The Types of Dreams I’ve Had the Past Few Years

The Types of Dreams I’ve Had the Past Few Years

(Content warning: discussion of death and dreams of bullying and violent behavior) I don’t understand my sleeping mind. I can’t remember the last time I had a true nightmare. But for a number of years now, the kinds of dreams I have feature situations and scenarios...
Sleep

Sleep

I want to sleepAnd never wake up. Most days. Some days?A lot of days.  I want peace. Of mind. Of body. Of spirit. Of every fucking thing.  Which is — Unattainable. Unaccountable. Unachievable. At least for...