Insomnia is a disease

? Insomnia is a disease, and I am terminally ill.

? I have been suffering from insomnia for several days. Sleeping, which I once loved most, is now my most feared thing. Lying in bed, tossing and turning, counting numbers, counting dumplings, listening to music, taking medicine... all to no avail. The feeling of staying up all night is worse than death. Due to taking the medicine, I felt groggy during the day, stumbled while walking, and felt in a trance. How I wish the gypsy Melquíades from One Hundred Years of Solitude could come to my rescue with his pale liquid. Old Melquiades, will you come tonight?

? "One Hundred Years of Solitude" said that sleep is a useless habit. Not really. Sleep is a repair and energy replenishment for the body that is working hard during the day. Long-term insomnia can cause various mental disorders and seriously affect physical health. Not sleeping for about ten days can easily lead to sudden death. Although my life is as small and humble as an ant, I don’t want to meet God early.

? There are many reasons for insomnia: age, illness, psychology, environment, etc. I probably have psychological insomnia. I have been stuck in a certain thinking mode for a long time, and I am stuck in it. I smell the flowers but don’t recognize the fragrance, and I don’t appreciate the scenery when I see it.

? It is said that people who write are delicate and sensitive, so they have many thoughts and ideas. But I consider myself to be a person with broad strokes. My observations of things are not detailed enough, and my poems about objects and scenes are often simply sketched, so the content of my articles appears to be thin. I am glad to have joined the daily update challenge and practice every day. My coding speed and quality have improved. There was a time when I wanted to give up during the bottleneck period, but for some reason and seeing my progress, I managed to persevere. In order to persevere, I searched for all possible writing topics around me, and even insomnia entered my writing.

? I have been updating daily for thirty-four days and have written 15,000 words. Gathering sand into a tower, gathering armpits into fur, perhaps another collection of essays will be published within a few years. I will continue to write, but, insomniac, please leave tonight.