Sticky
I can’t sleep. Insomnia is an ongoing problem in my life. 16 years of poor slumber and if you look at my face when I’m not wearing makeup you would probably be able to tell. My under eyes are the physical equivalent of the mood felt by the figure in Munch’s ‘The Scream’ and that’s not even an exaggeration. It started at university when I was in a really bad head space and, for some reason, it’s never gone away. I think I worry too much about things. My brain thinks of every tiny thing I should be doing in my life and also replays every painful situation over and over until there’s nothing left but an overwhelming sense of hopelessness. If I could just get my brain to be quiet, then maybe I could sleep.
