I never imagined that insomnia could take such a toll on my life. It started subtly, but soon it began affecting my work. Every morning, I felt stale and exhausted, struggling to keep up with my busy schedule. At first, I brushed it off, thinking it was just temporary. I tried taking sleeping pills, darkening my room with heavy curtains, and establishing a bedtime routine, but nothing worked.

As the sleepless nights continued, I began experiencing burning and tingling sensations in my hands, arms, feet, and legs. My appetite changed drastically, and I started having constipation. I felt drowsy at work almost every day, which led to a decline in my performance. Cutting down on my social life, I began losing confidence; my mind was never fresh, and I always felt confused and lost.Family gatherings became a chore, merely for appearances rather than genuine connection. I wasn’t myself anymore, and my family noticed. They commented on how I seemed to have aged and how I didn’t talk much anymore. Life felt like a heavy burden on my shoulders, leaving me emotionally drained. Food became my last resort for comfort; I ate anything and everything to make myself feel better. One day, while driving home, I dozed off and hit a road divider. Fortunately, the damage was minimal because I wasn’t driving fast due to the busy city roads, but it was a wake-up call. My drowsiness had reached a dangerous level. I realized that I had neglected my sleeplessness for far too long, always too busy to address it. The accident was minor, but it could