I’m so tired that I need a week of sleep. The kind of deep, restorative, luxurious sleep that resets your soul and possibly your entire personality. I don’t want a nap. I want a medically supervised coma with breakfast in bed when I wake up.
Somewhere along the line, “rest” became a myth. My brain feels like a browser with 72 tabs open and none of them are responding.
Good sleep used to be effortless. You’d flop into bed, blink twice, and wake up refreshed. Now it’s a high-stakes operation involving CBD oils, sleep playlists, herbal teas, and the mental gymnastics of trying not to think about the fact that you can’t sleep.
I miss the kind of sleep that heals your bad decisions and resets your sense of humour. The kind where you wake up glowing, hydrated, and mysteriously motivated to even do boring housework. Instead, I wake up like a reheated leftover still functional, but not exactly appetising.
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Look at me outfit from no idea?
Reema EVOX head from CATWA
ES0608- hair from Wings
Kait skin from the Skinnery in Sorbet
Luna body skin from the Skinnery
Classic mesh body from Legacy
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Isabelle Cheren 