A Memory
September 14, 2006 by kate baggott
Filed under Mental Health
I had a horrible memory of when I was university today. I was on my way to work and the phrase “I’ll sleep when I am dead,” came to me. I said that about 15 years ago when life demanded that I balance writing university papers with work and parties. Remembering I once felt that way made me feel a little sick.
These days, the phrase, “if I don’t sleep, I’ll die,” describes my current state (knock wood). I hate that younger version of myself. The one who thought she had everything under control. The one who thought sleeplessness, somehow, enhanced her creativity. The one who had no children and thought sleep was recreational.
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