I haven’t slept a normal night in a year. I blame the pandemic, of course. Since March of 2020, my sleep pattern collapsed into a socially distanced routine, where my time in bed is as further away from me as I can humanely manage. Since The Plague, in many nights I’ve been up for 20 to 30 hours straight. When fatigue hits, I spend 12 to 17 hours in hibernation, waking up like an out-of-shape zombie, with all sorts of pain in the shoulders, neck and legs.
Captive by the voices in my head
Captive by the voices in my head
Captive by the voices in my head
I haven’t slept a normal night in a year. I blame the pandemic, of course. Since March of 2020, my sleep pattern collapsed into a socially distanced routine, where my time in bed is as further away from me as I can humanely manage. Since The Plague, in many nights I’ve been up for 20 to 30 hours straight. When fatigue hits, I spend 12 to 17 hours in hibernation, waking up like an out-of-shape zombie, with all sorts of pain in the shoulders, neck and legs.