I used to be able to fall asleep anywhere. On the bus, the Tube, on a plane and sometimes even standing up if I was really tired. But during periods of stress and anxiety, which seems to be most days since the pandemic started, I have been struggling to get any solid shut-eye.
As a chronic overthinker, some days my brain is polluted with all of life’s uncertainties: “Am I going to get fired?”, “Can I afford my Peloton bike next month?”, “What is my purpose in life?”. It’s exhausting and the cruel twist is this contant state of panic means I struggle to achieve the healthy seven to eight hours of sleep per night my brain needs to function.
