Why do I fight against going to bed every night? Is it because I don't want to spend the time that it takes to remove my makeup? Or maybe because I don't want to shuck my daytime clothes and slip into my bed clothes? Probably just lazy.
When I do haul my butt to bed (at last)I will listen to my hypnosis app so that I can sleep rather than obsessing over every single detail of the day and or my life.
Once I am warm and sleeping it is sheer bliss. But worse than going to bed is waking/getting up. Hell on earth, being dragged from my stupor and thrust back into wakefulness. I imagine that it feels like being born. I'm glad I don't remember being born. Can you imagine?