Night owl?
in Psychology ·
I don’t have much else to do but type.
It’s 3:15 AM. Clearly, sleep isn't happening. It's not like I wouldn't kill for fifteen hours of shut-eye right now. The late Hicks used to say he needed eight hours of sleep a night—ten, if we're being honest.
For a guy like me, five hours usually does the trick, and sometimes I can even scrape by on three.🤷
My alarm goes off at 7:30. I actually roll out of bed around 7:50. I'll dash to the bathroom, handle my business, and maybe catch a few more minutes of nodding off on the toilet. By 8:00, I'm awake, feeling like crap, trying to figure out what the hell is going on with my life. I pull myself together and within five minutes, I'm on my bike, pedaling hard and fighting just to keep my eyes open. I somehow make it to work by 9:00, and then it's just a cycle: work, work, a little bit of work, then a ton of work, all the way until midnight. By the time I get home, I wash half a pound of grime off my skin, but damn it, I still can't fall asleep.😕 No matter how physically or mentally wrecked I feel.😲 Is it my nerves? Pure exhaustion? Depression?
I'm looking for some answers from the intellectuals and the book-smart types here.😳
Btw, I'm not joking around—I am genuinely destroying myself.
It’s 3:15 AM. Clearly, sleep isn't happening. It's not like I wouldn't kill for fifteen hours of shut-eye right now. The late Hicks used to say he needed eight hours of sleep a night—ten, if we're being honest.
For a guy like me, five hours usually does the trick, and sometimes I can even scrape by on three.🤷
My alarm goes off at 7:30. I actually roll out of bed around 7:50. I'll dash to the bathroom, handle my business, and maybe catch a few more minutes of nodding off on the toilet. By 8:00, I'm awake, feeling like crap, trying to figure out what the hell is going on with my life. I pull myself together and within five minutes, I'm on my bike, pedaling hard and fighting just to keep my eyes open. I somehow make it to work by 9:00, and then it's just a cycle: work, work, a little bit of work, then a ton of work, all the way until midnight. By the time I get home, I wash half a pound of grime off my skin, but damn it, I still can't fall asleep.😕 No matter how physically or mentally wrecked I feel.😲 Is it my nerves? Pure exhaustion? Depression?
I'm looking for some answers from the intellectuals and the book-smart types here.😳
Btw, I'm not joking around—I am genuinely destroying myself.