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"If a man had as many ideas during the day as he does when he has insomnia, he'd make a fortune."
- Griff Niblack

It is a curse I have lived with for 20 years.

Since my teens, I've been an acute insomnia sufferer. For long stretches, days, weeks, a month I go to sleep, fall right asleep, and sleep through the night.
But every so often I just lay there in the darkness; wide awake, with no hope of the sand man arriving any time soon.

Sometimes I can't sleep because my mind will spin endlessly about the events of the day, some little act in the great film that is my life which I wish I could do over, fix, or re-shoot. Or I'll obsess about the future, the kids, the threat of global thermonuclear war, the price of gas, whether the Tigers will ever win another world series. Other times, a song will get stuck in my head, and replay over, and over...and over.

I've come to grips with the fact that my body may be weary, but my mind is still working overtime. "There's so much to do," my brain shouts, "you can't go to sleep now!"
It used to really bother me, not sleeping. I'd get all wound up because I couldn't sleep, and it would aggravate my condition even further. I'd roll over again and again, and each time another hour would fly by on those little red numbers on my clock. I'd look at it, groan, and think: "if i can just fall to sleep now, I'll get 6 hours of rest," then, later, "if I fall asleep now I'll get five good hours in," and "If I just got to sleep now, I can get two good hours in," and so on, until it eventually was six in the morning and I'd just give up.

The day after one of these episodes, I'll walk the halls at work like a zombie, sucking up as much liquid cafeine, canned energy drinks, and pre-processed sugary snacks as I can, in order to get myself into a state where I can function at a bare minimum of efficiency. At some point, around two o'clock in the afternoon, the inevitable crash comes, and I have to fight to keep awake.

Later that night, despite the tiredness, when it comes time to go to bed, I will STILL have trouble falling asleep. Usually, after a week or so of this night-time torture, my body finally gives out and I go into a coma and sleep okay for another month or so.
The problem hasn't gotten better in recent years. It's gotten worse.

I only used to have insomnia about every six months. As I aged, it would happen more often; every three months, then two, then every month would inevitably bring a period of time where the blissful state of sleep just

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