I’ve always been a “poor sleeper,” according to my mom. Apparently, I come from a lengthy line of them—a grandfather who was an epic snorer, my parents who are frequent middle of the night wakers.
Growing up, I remember many mornings when I'd find my mom on our den couch after a night of tossing and turning. Insomnia is in my blood.Poor sleep was such a strong norm in my house, I never really thought about it.
I’d often toss and turn in bed never ever getting a full night’s rest. With no "good" sleepers to compare myself to, my sleep habits seemed normal.
But on my honeymoon, my insomnia came into stark relief. I knew that my husband was a great sleeper, but it didn’t register that he slept soundly all night long—without waking once.
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