Hello there, my name is Barnaby and I’m just an average 32 year old guy currently living in sunny Florida. To this point I have been quite fortunate finding my lovely wife Suzanne, and we have been blessed with two wonderful children — Annie is 11 and James just recently celebrated his second birthday. I have a good job, and although we are a far cry from being wealthy we are getting by just fine. Thankfully, we all have our health, and up until a few weeks ago I was leading a normal and relatively stress-free life. Then, all of a sudden, everything changed. For some reason — which I have yet to be able to determine — I began having serious sleep issues. It all started on July 4th weekend. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but at this point my inability to fall asleep is having a serious impact on all phases of my life. I’ve immersed myself in research, visited more doctors than I have in the past 5 years and visited hundreds of websites purporting to have a magic fix for my deepening sleep issues.
One of the most informative and objective sites I came across was this one — Cantsleep.com. This led me to email the site’s administrator, and since then we have developed a nice relationship. He extended an invitation to me to post my sleep issues, and seeing I have a lot of newfound late-night time on my hands I took him up on the offer. I admit that I am not the best writer in the world, but I’ll do my best to share my experience — and hopefully soon my cure — in the hopes that I can help someone else who is experiencing the same agony emanating from sleep issues. It seems that everything under the sun can be tied to sleep issues — from psychological causes dating back to your childhood all the way to a bad pillow. Pinpointing which issue is applicable — for me at least — has been like finding a needle in a haystack.
Well, thanks for listening to me ramble. It’s now 3:30am, and I am going to go quietly slip into bed attempting not to wake Suz. Then, I’ll pretend to wake up when she does as I’ve been doing for the last week. We tell each other everything, and I feel really bad now hiding my insomnia from her — but she has enough on her hands dealing with the two kids let alone having to baby me.
Over and out,