I don’t understand my insomnia. It’s here, it stays, it never ends. It listens to me - especially, when it time to sleep, it meets me in bed and listens to my intrusive thoughts and worries, questions and sadness and desires. The most loyal friend I’ve had in life.

Let this be my first post here, not much to say, but these dark rainy days are so depressing - recommend me a new skill to learn :) I’m into arts and computers