sleep

I've dealt with insomnia most of my 'adult' life. I recall going days on end with no sleep in university, and lying in bed for hours forcing my eyes closed, hoping I'd be blessed with my roommates talent for naps. 
some nights I sleep like a dream. some nights - lots of nights - I wake frequently, take hours to fall asleep, and get out of bed exhausted. because of my health issues, I've been told I should get 9 hours of sleep a night - to allow my body a chance to heal. you can imagine how that goes. 

I often walk through life like a zombie. devoid of sleep, my body aching to 'heal' itself. I will never be one of those women with perfect skin, or hair. I will never ever be without bags under my eyes. I will spend many days grumpy, and exhausted. I rarely dream, and my health will constantly be held prisoner by my inability to sleep.
and that, is life. and that is ok. that is what learning and adjusting and forgiving and embracing is about. (though I'd love a nap right now).