unsuccessfully trying to fall asleep. For me, nighttime has always been a time to think, which is part of the problem. As a child, I’d often lie awake and ponder life’s mysteries, like what would happen if you drilled a hole from one side of the Earth to the other side, and dropped a rock down the hole.My mom didn’t know how to help me then.
She’d often try to calm me down, but was less patient with me other times. “You haven’t even tried yet!” she yelled at me one night.
That made no sense to me. How could I have tried harder to fall asleep? It seemed the more I tried to sleep, the less likely I was to do so.
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