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Point number one in a series of pivotal realizations – Convex epiphany

I have long since struggled with a sort of insomnia. My troubles have never been with sleeping. In fact, once I am asleep the world may as well be dead to me. My alarm often sounds for hours before I so much as begin to stir. Rather, the problem is in falling asleep. Getting there isn’t as easy as being there.

I have been cursed, more than just recently, with an argumentative and critical mind that struggles to shut off even when ready to sleep, and, by gahd, it’s just too noisy to get any rest. The harder I struggle to silence the thoughts, the louder everything becomes.

I lay down to bed, completely exhausted, last night and began the same battle only, this time, worse. I had just written an outline and done all the preliminary research for a major paper and found my mind flittering, abound, with discourse.

It was then that it hit me; I rarely visualize things anymore. Reading has completely consumed me and I have moved from a very visual imagination to one almost entirely based on words. It struck me to attempt to try and imagine something, somewhere, that I love and explore it visually in order not to give my mind any time to start talking.

It worked, it WORKED! And even if it hadn’t I would still be happy to have realized it and remedied the thought situation. The dreams that followed were amazing. Granted no more out of the ordinary than usual.

I’ll leave you with that and part two and possibly three for later.