Can I tell you a secret?
Almost a month ago, our little corner of the world observed Insomnia Awareness Day … and I didn’t write a word.
That’s bothering me now.
Truth be told, I make an excellent voice for those of us who suffer from insomnia. I came into the world sleepless and howling, and I’ve pretty much stayed that way ever since. But I don’t post often about my disordered sleep, at least partly because … well… It’s dark.
Insomnia is hard. It’s not just hard because it’s exhausting (and sometimes it is). It’s hard because on a lot of nights, the things happening in my amygdala are honestly kinda terrifying. And I figure most people don’t want to hear about the shadows tearing around my room at 4 a.m.
But if you visit this site regularly in hopes of finding light and beauty and magic, you should know this: some mornings, the light finds its way here because I have to fight for it.
And while that’s hard, I think it’s sort-of beautiful, too.
With that in mind, this week you’ll find a short series of posts about life in my strange, sleepless little nighttime universe. I’ll include one or two entries from my personal Insomnia Diaries — post-midnight scribblings that help me make sense of what’s going on in my overactive brain. I find them interesting from an artistic perspective, but more importantly, they testify to an important truth:
Most of the time, we push into the light through a hallway of shadows.
I hope you’ll join me, but if this part of the journey isn’t for you, rest assured that these pages will be back to normal by the weekend.
Sweet dreams, friends. I’m grateful you’re here. ❤