I’ve been trying for years to have a good sleep. Years. At what point should I call it quits and just accept that my sleep is eternally screwed up, despite all my best efforts?

I’ve written about sleep on this blog before, so have others. We’ve talked about how important sleep really is, how much having a good sleep schedule can affect your ability to function on a daily basis.

I’m QUITE jealous of this cat’s ability to sleep. Source, accessed 18/10/2018

Thing is, I have tried—I really have. I’ll head to bed early in the night for weeks on end, and only occasionally will I actually fall asleep soon after. Usually, I’ll just lie awake until one or two in the morning, being annoyed at how silly my body is.

I’ve tried all the tricks in the book. Music, no music, white noise, rain sounds. Going to bed earlier, no screens for hours beforehand, no naps during the day, or caffeine after three in the afternoon.

At this point, I think I’m done. As a kid, I slept horribly (ask my entire family, I’ve heard many times about how my crying kept them all up), as a teenager, I just read through the night. When I do sleep well, I feel like a new person, able to tackle any and all problems life throws my way, but that doesn’t happen very often.

I think I’m going to call it. I’m a terrible sleeper, and maybe instead of constantly trying to sleep when I can’t, I should work with my body and accept my fate as a (pretty good-looking) zombie.