After six very strange weeks during which everything I believe in was attacked and my entire life was changed (interestingly, I have come out of it further grounded in everything I hold dear), I have decided to stop just talking about this goal and actually make steps toward it.
Sleep deprivation is a very serious problem, and not one that I want to put on myself. I know that when I do sleep, I sleep well. The trouble has been just going to bed. There are so many interesting things to be seeing and doing that I always felt like it was a shame to waste time sleeping. Funny how your opinion on something changes when it’s taken away from you. Having just lived through extreme sleep deprivation, complete with the swollen painful eyes and the delayed reaction time and the clouded decision making skills and many other symptoms that go along with sleep deprivation, I have come to the conclusion that no one is worth that sacrifice. Well, with the exception of my own child when I have one. But no adult, no man, no thing is worth doing such damage to myself ever again.
I understand now why they use this as an interrogation technique. If you’re miserable enough and tired enough in the middle of the night, you’ll agree to anything. Well, ya know what? I’m done with that. I’m worth a good night’s sleep!
