“Beep! Beep! Beep!” Alyssa’s alarm went off for the 6th time in a row and she decided that she better not hit snooze again. A feeling of frustration washed over her as she realized that she spent yet another night tossing and turning in bed, unable to get restful sleep.
She hopped into the shower and tried not to cringe as she walked past the mirror, dissatisfied by the extra 30lbs that rudely displayed itself across her abdomen and wondering why she still had acne in her 40s. She made a vague promise to herself that soon she would work out and eat healthy.
She glanced at the clock and realized she was going to be late for work, so she quickly took her blood pressure, cholesterol, and thyroid medications and decided to go through her local coffee shop’s drive thru and get a large caramel frappe and a cinnamon sugar muffin for breakfast.
During her 10am meeting, the pesky headache that had been bothering her for months started to creep in like an annoying uncle who won’t go home after the party is over. Her brain felt foggy, as it usually did, and she wished she could think more clearly and sharply. She noticed that her joints had been aching lately too, and depression and anxiety were now a part of her everyday life.
Lunchtime rolled around and she decided to get a salad from the cafeteria, the iceberg lettuce marinated in an excessive amount of dressing and somewhat questionable looking tomatoes made her cringe, but it was healthy, right? So, she forced herself to eat it and found herself hungry and irritated a few hours later.
The rest of the day was a whirlwind… taking the kids to after school events, racing through the drive thru for a dinner that she knew would make her feel bloated and constipated, watching one too many episodes on Netflix, drinking one too many glasses of wine, and eating five too many cookies, and as a result, getting to bed much later than she had planned.
She lay in bed, turned out the light, and started the ceiling. Hot tears streamed down her face as she realized that she had been fighting fatigue all day, waiting to get into bed and now here she was, unable to sleep… again.
But she clung to hope, that maybe, just maybe, tomorrow would be better.