Comments on: It Is Late And I Cannot Sleep http://3500years.com/zsallia/2004/08/04/it-is-late-and-i-cannot-sleep/ 3500 years of life Mon, 29 Jun 2009 17:00:06 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0 By: Allison http://3500years.com/zsallia/2004/08/04/it-is-late-and-i-cannot-sleep/comment-page-1/#comment-243 Allison Thu, 05 Aug 2004 15:00:28 +0000 http://3500years.com/zsallia/?p=139#comment-243 I rarely have trouble sleeping- much the opposite, I'm afraid. I can sleep any time. Every once in awhile, though, sleep eludes me, like last night. Usually, it's because of some nagging worry that pops into my mind in the middle of the night and just won't be satisfied. It never seems so bad once daylight comes around, and other things compete for attention. Something about being in a dark, quiet room with no distractions. I usually get up and watch tv. I rarely have trouble sleeping- much the opposite, I’m afraid. I can sleep any time. Every once in awhile, though, sleep eludes me, like last night. Usually, it’s because of some nagging worry that pops into my mind in the middle of the night and just won’t be satisfied. It never seems so bad once daylight comes around, and other things compete for attention. Something about being in a dark, quiet room with no distractions. I usually get up and watch tv.

]]> By: Mr. E. http://3500years.com/zsallia/2004/08/04/it-is-late-and-i-cannot-sleep/comment-page-1/#comment-242 Mr. E. Thu, 05 Aug 2004 06:07:04 +0000 http://3500years.com/zsallia/?p=139#comment-242 There was a time when I dreaded the night. I would work to the point of exhaustion, just so I could have the pleasure of collapsing on the bed and falling immediately asleep. On those days that I couldn't, I would lie awake in bed and revisit my past. Completely unbidden, the memory of every stupid or cruel thing that I had ever said or done, or that others had said or done to me, would flood in on me. I would play music. I would read. I would do whatever I could to escape that time, between wakefulness and sleep, when the Haunting, as I came to call it, would begin. I can't explain what happened, really. I believe my faith has something to do with it. After all, being thoroughly convinced that the Creator of the Universe not only takes a personal interest in your well-being, but considers you of inestimable value, does an enormous makeover on your self-esteem. I know we don't stand in the same circle when it comes to the specifics of faith, but it has no effect on my Faith, so I ask on your behalf for peace, if you don't mind. That, and I recommend a glass of warm milk now and again. The chemistry involved doesn't impact everyone, but the psychology of having a warm glass of milk is comforting, none the less. There was a time when I dreaded the night.

I would work to the point of exhaustion, just so I could have the pleasure of collapsing on the bed and falling immediately asleep. On those days that I couldn’t, I would lie awake in bed and revisit my past. Completely unbidden, the memory of every stupid or cruel thing that I had ever said or done, or that others had said or done to me, would flood in on me. I would play music. I would read. I would do whatever I could to escape that time, between wakefulness and sleep, when the Haunting, as I came to call it, would begin.

I can’t explain what happened, really. I believe my faith has something to do with it. After all, being thoroughly convinced that the Creator of the Universe not only takes a personal interest in your well-being, but considers you of inestimable value, does an enormous makeover on your self-esteem.

I know we don’t stand in the same circle when it comes to the specifics of faith, but it has no effect on my Faith, so I ask on your behalf for peace, if you don’t mind. That, and I recommend a glass of warm milk now and again. The chemistry involved doesn’t impact everyone, but the psychology of having a warm glass of milk is comforting, none the less.

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