I heard the church bells at midnight, being wide awake. No sleep till Brooklyn. At 1.30 in the morning I still hadn't slept a minute and I decided to leave my bed to give the sofa a try.
I've had a period in my life where I could not sleeps for several weeks in a row (my BF had left me. I was heartbroken and stressed out about everything. And at night I just couldn't sleep). At one point I thought I was going crazy due to the lack of sleep and I started reading about insomnia and sleeping disorders. I read the same advice a hundred times: Don't drink coffee or alcohol in the evening, make sure your room is fresh, drink some warm milk, be sure you are relaxed (..), etc. I already knew all this and it didn't help one bit. I noticed I was getting scared of my bedroom, since this was the place where I lay wide awake at night, tossing and turning and being sad and worrying about my future. I shared my problem with a colleague. She said I could get rid of my insomnia if I'd change rooms. She offered me her bedroom since she was going on a holiday and needed someone to look after her cats. She was right. In this new environment I felt like I was miles away from my problems, and I could relax. In her bed I could finally sleep well. It gave me back my trust in my ability to sleep.
So now, whenever I have problems sleeping (even after doing some calming Pranayama) I move myself from my bedroom to my living room and crash on the sofa.
This morning at six, I felt like hell. No way that I was going to get up to do my practice. I skipped practice and slept until 7.30. Now it is evening, I am back from work, I had dinner and I am going to do my practice in a bit.
I took this picture in Zanzibar, Tanzania