Wikipedia:
Insomnia is a sleep disorder characterized by an inability to sleep and/or to remain asleep for a reasonable period during the night. Sufferers typically complain of being unable to close their eyes or 'rest their mind' for more than a few minutes at a time. Insomnia is often caused by fear, stress and anxiety.
WebMD:
Insomnia is a sleep disorder that is characterized by difficulty falling and/or staying asleep. People with insomnia have one or more of the following symptoms:
* Difficulty falling asleep
* Waking up often during the night and having trouble going back to sleep
* Waking up too early in the morning
* Feeling tired upon waking
Merrian-Webster Online:
Main Entry: in·som·nia
Pronunciation: in-'säm-nE-&
Function: noun
Etymology: Latin, from insomnis sleepless, from in- + somnus sleep — more at SOMNOLENT
: prolonged and usually abnormal inability to obtain adequate sleep
- in·som·ni·ac /-nE-"ak/ adjective or noun
Ever since I was a kid, I had trouble falling asleep. I had my bedroom ceiling memorized. I traveled to distant worlds, was a heroine to the masses, all sorts of visualizations in attempts to get myself to go to sleep. As an adult, I plan decks, rearrange furniture, and renovate the house. Again, attempts to distract myself enough to go to sleep. I take the energy my silly brain has and I direct it somewhere, hopefully in one place. corralling it this way often calms it down enough to fall asleep.
I have used meditative visualizations, such as seeing a rippling pond and making it calm. But monkeys keep coming up and slapping the water, making more ripples. Sometimes one will just tap it with a finger. And, when I start thinking of something else, a train goes by. Yes, this really happens. I am very literal at times. (train of thought, get it?)
I also don't do anything in bed other than sleep or, well, you know, that other stuff
I don't read in bed, I don't eat in bed, I don't lay there just for giggles. On the first night, I usually just let it happen. Sometimes it is because I have something on my mind but I am not sure just what it is. On the second night in a row, I go to bed at midnight, try to sleep. If I am awake in thirty minutes, I get up. I stay up for 30 minutes then try again. And no matter what time I go to sleep, I make myself get up at the same time each morning. Well, there abouts. Usually that falls between 8:30 and 9:30. When I am having a bad bout of it, I will set a bed time and a wake up time and I will stick with it. This seems to reset my internal clock somewhat.
There have been studies done lately on the biological clock all organisms seem to have. Plants have them, mice do, and so do we allegedly more evolved humans. Part of my problem with insomnia is that I am also a night owl. Add to that the fact that I have no regular schedule, and you have a mess that is Me.
Sometimes this phenomena results in some good writing. My brain is in hyperdrive and needs an outlet. Most of the time, however, I am so twitchy that writing just isn't possible.
Stephen King wrote a book called Insomnia, according to Wikipedia. I've not read it and most likely won't. I am not a fan of that genre. I found myself wondering this morning that if I wrote a book of fiction where the main plot/theme is insomnia, what would it be like?
Some of my best prose (poetry, essays, ramblings) is done while in the midst of a series of insomnia nights. The freaking brain, craving its REM sleep, does all sorts of cool things to try and get the human's attention. Before I got my CPAP, I used to be able to manipulate my dreams. But now that I get deep sleep, my brain has had a fun time paying me back.
One problem, other than the obvious, is that if I do come up with some fantastic plot fixes or book ideas, unless I write them down, I won't remember them. My over-worked and under-appreciated brain withholds all the cool stuff I'd like to remember. When I am finally able to sleep, it is as if I wake up to a clean slate. (this actually happens every morning. Lorna wakes me to give me some "empty stomach" meds; we talk, I go back to sleep, she leaves for work, later in the day she'll bring up something that we talked about and I'll just stare at her, having no clue what she is talking about. I don't remember a thing. She used to get so mad at me because I'd not do what I said I would do. After 15 yrs, I finally have her leaving me notes.
Okay, well, maybe I will try to go to sleep now for a few hours. I got the gapes something fierce.