It never stops.
Every hit of stress keeps whispering to your brain: "Stay awake. Stay alert. Stay ready."
Normal people’s systems reset. They absorb the chaos and fall asleep anyway.
But if you have insomnia, your body gets stuck in hyper-alert, like it still thinks there’s danger, even when it’s safe.
And once that happens, it doesn’t matter how tired you are… Your body just won’t let you sleep.
At first, you try to push through.
You drink coffee, then more coffee, but you’re still barely making it through the day.
You're not just tired anymore, you're snapping at people you love, crying over things that shouldn't matter.
And when night comes, your brain won’t shut up.
You’re exhausted— but instead of sleeping, you get the same hell again: tossing, turning, checking the clock every hour like it owes you something.
You tell yourself if you sleep now, you’ll still get six hours… then three… then two…
Then the birds start chirping and sunlight creeps in like a punch to the gut.
And you realize, again, you didn’t really sleep.
After enough nights like that… you stop believing you ever will.
You stop making plans. You stop hoping. You start wondering if this is just... your life now.
But what if the real reason nothing has worked… is because you’ve been trying to fix the wrong thing?