Tags: divorce, drugs, insomnia, lunesta, trozadone
Man, it’s 4AM and I’m still wide awake. And I mean, mow the yard with a push-mower awake.
It’s just not right.
I’ve had this insomnia for … well … yeah, just more than a year. Can’t sleep, no matter how hard I try. Maybe it started as the restlessness of impending doom.
Lovely people like to tell me, “It’s guilt that keeps you up at night!” But it certainly isn’t guilt, and I just tell them, “Thanks!”
Now, it’s the same thing. No guilt. More frustration.
A couple of weeks ago, I was prescribed Lunesta. Nice one. Calms my mind. Makes me speak in coherent sentences. Makes me dream, and remember. I like that.
But it sure as Hell doesn’t put me to sleep.
I need sleep.