How to Get a Better Sleep

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Like many others I’ve fought insomnia too many times to count. Whether it’s stress or anxiety keeping me awake at night, sometimes it seems as though I can’t tun my brain off. I’m thinking about the next day, my plans for the week, what needs done around the house, what needs completed at work, what to buy my Dad for his birthday, and so on and so forth! This is a common occurrence in my immediate family. So, I began to research remedies and tips on how to get a great night’s rest! Here’s what has worked for me:

1. Don’t eat late at night, preferably not after 7:00pm if you can help it. If you indulge in a late night snack this may keep you awake as your body is working to digest.

2. Try to avoid drinking large amounts of liquid before bed. I found that throwing back water until I went to bed resulted in having to get up to use the washroom multiple times in a night which interrupted my sleep.

3. Keep your room cool or use a fan. If you’re too hot you will toss and turn and be unable to get comfortable.

4. Maintain a quiet and dark space. The darker your room, the better you’ll sleep. If you get up during the night to use the washroom, avoid flicking on the bright light. Not only will this light blind you, it can make it more difficult for your body to adjust to go back to sleep.

5. If you’re having trouble relaxing try light stretching before, or even in your bed. Practice deep breathing and muscle relaxation. If you find yourself struggling to slow your thoughts down, try reading a book to distract your mind from your stressors.

Sleep tight!

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My Best Friend’s Wedding

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I had a dream about my best friend’s wedding. I dream vividly as I’ve mentioned, in sweet detail, and this time it was for the better! It was summer, she was beautiful, and it was an evening wedding. 

The bride was in an a-line lace dress, strapless, with a sweetheart neckline. The bridesmaids were in vintage cocktail dresses, and I continued to change heels right up until we were about to walk down the aisle. It was a rustic wedding inside a barn, with candles in mason jars lining the aisle. The groomsmen were in white shirts with beige slacks. The barn was covered in white and beige flowers, and guests sat on wired chairs with a small puffed cushion. The alter was wooden, with two champagne coloured curtains wrapped around the beams. 

I’m at the age where we are starting to receive save the dates, and wedding invitations in the mail. I’m so excited because I love a good wedding! I cant wait to pick out wedding gifts, and attend these glorious events. 

Bedtime

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I was not the easiest child when it came to bed time. I wasn’t a fan of the dark, or my bed. So I found alternative places to sleep. My toy box (as seen above), the hallway, my parents’ bed, the floor beside my brothers’ bed, anywhere except my actual bed. How adorable eh? Bet my parents were glad they bought me the little tykes “house” bed for Christmas that I used so much. I’d like to say this didn’t go on too long, but it did. Who could blame me? My night light did not supply sufficient light.

I was carried to bed when I was too tired to conquer the steps, read to every night, my back was rubbed, but no, nothing was quite up to par for small princess Kara. The minute Mom or Dad left my room, my eye lids shot open and I was not impressed. I then contemplated where I would sleep that night, plotting my execution of sneaking out of my room.

It turned into almost a game of hide and seek, my parents probably wondered where they’d find me every morning. Perhaps it provided a smidgen of entertainment? I’d like to think so. I’m surprised I did not sustain any injuries. When you go to get out of bed in the morning you don’t necessarily check for a tiny human before proceeding to your routine.

So thank you Mom & Dad for putting up with my bedtime shenanigans, for never getting mad at me (that I can recall), and dealing with my anti-bed phase. I turned out okay.

Sleep Disturbances

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I have chronic nightmares. Vivid, real, and disturbing nightmares. The kind where I’ll wake up in a sweat, out of breath, or just plain upset. There’s never a common theme, it can span from being chased by a murderer, to being kidnapped, or something bad occurring to a loved one. It’s not after eating, or drinking alcohol, it’s nearly every night. 

The worst part is the severity of how real it is. It’s gotten so bad that sometimes I wake up and have to contemplate whether or not the event actually happened. I’ve researched the reasons or causes behind this, and of course stress is number one. Yet I don’t feel stressed, or tremendously worried about anything in particular.  

I envy the people who don’t have dreams, or who cannot remember what they’ve dreamt. However, on the bright side, at least I’m not a sleep walker. It could always be worse, and I’m sure so many people out there are struggling with night terrors or insomnia, and I empathize with them completely.