{"id":879,"date":"2017-09-27T14:48:33","date_gmt":"2017-09-27T19:48:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=879"},"modified":"2017-09-27T14:48:33","modified_gmt":"2017-09-27T19:48:33","slug":"sleep","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2017\/09\/27\/sleep\/","title":{"rendered":"Sleep"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve always had trouble with sleeping &#8211; get too much or too little.\u00a0 Not nearly enough or so much it affects me the next day and my ability to keep my eyes open in class.\u00a0 Do not sleep a wink or sleep for what feels like a week.\u00a0 This has been part of my unpredictable routine since the sixth grade.\u00a0 I have spent countless nights, laying awake, staring at the bland ceiling above my bed, counting down the hours I could get in if I were to go to sleep right\u00a0<em>now\u00a0<\/em>and sacrifice breakfast in the morning.\u00a0 Five hours on a good night, two and sometimes even one on a bad night, and six or seven on an extremely lucky night.\u00a0 I grew accustomed to having bags under my eyes when I was thirteen.\u00a0 Got used to covering them up as well I could with makeup.\u00a0 And eventually, it was like they were hardly there at all.\u00a0 It felt like, maybe in the world of the impossible that I somehow lived in temporarily, that they had just\u00a0<em>disappeared.\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>Truth was, they had only disappeared from my mind.\u00a0 I stopped worrying about how obvious they were and how I looked like one of those mentally ill teenagers on sappy sit-coms that eventually have someone miraculously cure them of their terrible fate that had been made to live out.\u00a0 I knew no one was going to fix my problem because this is real life; real life doesn&#8217;t happen that way.\u00a0 But after a few years, things seemed to be getting better &#8211; until last night, when I barely managed to get three hours of sleep.\u00a0 And the thing is, you&#8217;d think I would be half asleep right now.\u00a0 But I&#8217;m not.\u00a0 I am wide awake &#8211; or as they say &#8216;bright-eyed and bushy tailed.&#8217; I haven&#8217;t felt this awake in\u00a0<em>months.\u00a0<\/em> Three hours.\u00a0 You know, they say the average human being needs seven to eight hours of sleep each night, and that used to be appropriate for me, as well.\u00a0 But I&#8217;m not so sure anymore.\u00a0 The past two months, I&#8217;ve been getting about seven or eight hours every single night, and I would wake up feeling as though I had been asleep for a total of five minutes.\u00a0 Maybe I don&#8217;t need so much, after all.\u00a0 I should be tired &#8211; very tired.\u00a0 But I am not.\u00a0 My mind is racing, my feet are moving &#8211; I feel perfectly fine.\u00a0 But what keeps running through my mind is:\u00a0<em> Is this normal?<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve always had trouble with sleeping &#8211; get too much or too little.\u00a0 Not nearly enough or so much it affects me the next day and my ability to keep my eyes open in class.\u00a0 Do not sleep a wink or sleep for what feels like a week.\u00a0 This has been part of my unpredictable &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2017\/09\/27\/sleep\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Sleep&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":20,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/879"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/20"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=879"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/879\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":889,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/879\/revisions\/889"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=879"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=879"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=879"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}