Mind bondage-1

I used to be able to sleep. I used to look forward to bed time, a time for relaxation and rest and recovery from the stress of the day. I would fall into bed and drift off, leaving the day behind.

Now, I am almost afraid to go to bed. No matter how exhausted I am, when I get into bed I just can’t shut down. My thoughts race, I worry about the day past and the day to come, and neither breathing exercises nor attempts at meditation have aided me.

I don’t want to use drugs. I think it’s unhealthy to have a dependence on a taken substance in order to sleep. Besides, whenever I cave in and take an anti-histamine or melatonin the sleep that I get isn’t restful. I just blank out and wake up groggy. As opposed to the rest of the time when I get fitful spurts of rest that barely enable me to make it through the day.

I want, I need, something that will help me reset my sleep cycle and get back into being able to sleep. I can’t afford a new bed. I can’t afford anything expensive. The decision to step into the herbalist shop that I used to sneer at is one of pure desperation.