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The Mystery Of Sleep by jmdjones

I’m a terrible sleeper and have been all my life. I’ve struggled, cried, tried to distract myself but year in, year out, true rest was elusive. Nothing worked; melatonin, trazodone, meditation, nothing. Then my mother died and for a year I slept but my rage awakened me every night. Sleep comes easily now. and I am finally rested. I am finally reborn.