My Experience Trying to Sleep Better

Maybe it was the stress of living in New York City, the late-night noises, trains, buses, helicopters, and the constant drum of never-ending noise. Maybe it was the depression, the anxiety, the thoughts that kept me up late at night. Maybe it was the alcohol, the after-parties, the late nights with Netflix on in the background. Whatever it was, there were many months this past year where I just couldn’t sleep well.

I wasn’t exactly happy with a lot of things in life, and while dealing with that trauma, I just wasn’t sleeping. Each night I’d crawl into bed and sit there for hours, unable to keep my eyes closed. My mind would wander until sunrise; I worried why I felt I didn’t have friends, why I was alone, why I wasn’t making enough money or winning awards or getting attention—any attention.

It was a hard time and I know it was. And my sleep suffered because of it.

Then the coronavirus showed up, the self-isolation, quarantine, and just