Improvement In Chronic Insomnia
Unversed in my poetry when deprived of sleep yet another night, insomnia stands me cursed as usual. As soon as my eyes close, sober brooding flutters, which leaves me to toss and turn in bed with all that thinking. I stand cursed to shadows of this behavior wondering whether it will strike. Yet in a welcomed positive, understanding its symptoms means it is now more frequently controlled.
Reflecting on past glooms and deeper years, where anxiety was a nightly occurrence seldom with breaks between, where nocturnal measures sanity took to tire me out whilst these memoirs served best distraction, and where even from familiarity this routine departure took me to make my first waking consideration a cough, it is nice to see with time came progress, and patience made it so.
No Longer Feeling Helpless
Rough as my point is, it stands to say that even when the worst-case scenario is upon you, it gets better. Now my insomnia is neither as frequent nor erratic once the positives were focused on; like how even whilst this anxiety woke me up, ruining my sleep, in my mind is sound knowledge that eventually the issue will disappear, which calms me to comprehend my anxious condition is no longer hopelessly seen.
Back in past years it seemed like there was no way out, but reasoning has been my recovery. Paranoia used to be the worst of me, as was the self-conscious. But of late you never hear of them, which means in all, my health has improved.
This rocky road to understanding has taught me therefore that anxiety is not indefinite, which slowly helped turn my negative acceptances around; from submitting to whole days of insecurity to now where hardly anything in my psychological independence unnerves me.
Learning From Past Mistakes
All the acknowledgements of my prior entry admittedly unnerved me into a conscious zone to make me miss landscaping work, because the truth of it all coaxed me over the edge, and its repercussions did the same tonight despite a hardy day working out also in town, but within my positive logic, this can only improve.
I know now why my memoirs were such vixens, in how the writer sometimes condemned me to repeated mistakes by shining light without a knock on wood. Regardless, the consensus is that my past is a distant ugliness compared to present days. It is fortunate, otherwise my emotions would have flipped a long time ago.
Diary Of A Mad Chaos is a daily diary written from March 1996 until today, of which individual books and book series have been created, namely “The Lost Years” an exploration of young, entwined love, the “Wubao In China (猎艳奇缘)” book series which provides an extensive comparative analysis of the cultural differences between Eastern and Western societies, and the book titled “Foreigner (华人)” an exploration of race relations in Australia.
