I thought I was fooling everyone and that my late nights were my secret but now I know that all of my family members knew that I did not sleep through the night. They didn’t know how to get me to sleep so they let me stay up. I could function in school and during the day so it didn’t seem like a problem.
I did my best work between midnight – 5am. It was a sacred time for me – no interruptions, no rules.
By the time I got to SPS I would stay up sometimes as much as 20 hours of the day. I did so much that describing me as productive was an understatement.
Now I that I have to sleep in order to stay healthy I enjoy it. I look forward to it. But some nights I can’t sleep and I stay up a little later to enjoy the stillness and quiet. It still feels sacred.