I sometimes think to myself that the combination of intelligence and a passionate heart often comes with it’s own caveats. I realise I’m immediately making the assumption I’m both, but for arguments sake I’m a narcissist so lets assume I am. (More talking about my own self-absorbed issues later on)

I mean, I can never truly sleep right without initially exhausting myself before my head hits the pillow. I don’t know about you, but I have asked a many different people but this kind of mild insomnia appears to affect most. I have asked people and got answers like, “That certain someone was on my mind”, “I kept talking to myself” or “The internet has far too many cats.” But why is it that in this modern society of multiple distractions and feeds for activity, that we find ourselves so wired? Surely, the combination of moving place to place, whilst updating your social network, whilst reading a book, whilst listening to music, whilst planning to do with the rest of your day, is reason enough to induce a pleasant and easy sleep? Or is it that very reason which defines why we are sleepless to begin with? Surely having so much mental and physical activity throughout the day, keeps that muscle in our head working overtime. Perhaps pushing us through boundaries we never knew existed and pushing us into the realms of completely sleepless beings. I seem to remember a pyschological study in my A level course, talking of the natural body clock being 25 hours without the aid of sunlight and other indicators of when we should recharge. That being the case, surely we should find sleep something of a passing habit, something which should come with ease given we have that one less hour of sleep we truly need. But, I think this is something which struggles to be gauged or measured, and a thing I shouldn’t mull over. Assuming I want to sleep.

As for me, I often don’t sleep on a regular night, whether on shift or not. I often find I sleep a lot better during my night shifts, perhaps because there is less to think about when everyone else is tucked up in their beds and nothing relevant is occuring. That said, my dreams often give me little reprieve also. All concerns mulling in my mind during the day, or passing months, usually appear personified in some shape or form. Usually giving me a whole barrage of things to mull over the next morning, adding to the day that has barely started. It’s almost like clockwork. That said, my mind does find peace in travel, unfamiliar places and friends, so I often find myself trying to fill my days with as many of these as possible, before I deprive myself of any more life than can be given in one day.

That said, I’m purely writing this blog for the very same reason. So, off to bed and the land of metaphorical dreams that my unconcious has lovingly conjoured up for me. Joy.

Any thoughts on insomnia and an overactive mind? Feel free to comment.

Allons -sy!