Okay, no, that isn’t me. It’s a random picture I found on Google, but it is 100 percent what I look like right now. As a matter of fact, that’s what I look like every time I blog. Unfortunately, that’s what I look like when I don’t blog, too.
What I mean by that, is it is currently 3:26 a.m., and I am not even the slightest bit tired, and I won’t be for a while.
This isn’t the same “I’m not tired” you used to get when you were having a sleepover with your friends, or when you drink a cup of coffee at 8 p.m. and wonder why you can’t fall asleep.
I am talking about a nightly routine of finally falling asleep between the hours of 3 a.m. and 7 a.m.
I don’t know how many of you can relate to my situation, but I have had trouble with this since the beginning of high school. I actually used to post a daily “snap” on my Snapchat Story featuring a timestamp of when I was able to sleep.
My best friends and I would joke about how I never sleep, and they would ask what I possibly did for all of those hours. Eventually, they felt it was becoming a pattern, and they grew more and more worried about me.
I honestly started to believe that I had insomnia, as I was sleeping an average of 2-4 hours per night.
But there was an exception.
Every time I would spend the night at a friend’s house, I would fall asleep the second my head hit the pillow. Even as early as 9 p.m.? Yep.
I tested this theory many times, and every time, the results came back the same: sleep at a friend’s, able to sleep; sleep at home, not able to sleep.
I realized my sleeping problem was connected to my own home.
Now, I thought this was strange, because I had heard of people not being able to sleep away from the comfort of their own home… but I was the opposite. I could sleep anywhere but my home.
When I started college at Penn State last Fall, I was anything but confident in my ability to wake up for my 8 a.m. class 3 times a week. How in the world am I going to wake up at 7:15 a.m. (without my parents there to physically shake me, like they did throughout my high school years) when I will have just fallen asleep 3 hours prior?!
The first week, however, I was pleasantly surprised.
I was sleeping 7-8 hours every night. I would wake up to my alarm every time. (Okay, okay, not every time. I missed class twice. Cut ya girl some slack.)
I thought, “Oh, it’ll just wear off once I have been sleeping there every night, and I’ll be back to my sleepless nights in no time.” I was mistaken. I kept this pattern of getting a full night of rest for both of the Fall and Spring semesters.
I was so proud of myself. I was finally out of the rut! I no longer had sleeping problems!
WRONG.
The school year ended, so I am currently living at my home, and my night-owl self is back and better than ever! Unfortunate.
I have yet to figure out how to fix this problem, but you know what they say: the first step to solving a problem is admitting you have one! Well, kids, looks like I’m on my way.
Onwards and upwards!
Hi readers!
Can you relate to this post? Leave a comment, or reach out to me! I’d love to talk more about this, and work together with you toward us both getting more rest-filled nights!
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