What snack would you eat right now?
Here I am, caught in the time warp of 12:47 AM—a moment suspended between night and morning, where sleep is elusive, and the smartwatch on my wrist seems to have developed a rebellious streak, questioning the intelligence of my late-night existence. Exhaustion cloaks me, yet the prospect of sleep remains a distant dream.
In the dim glow of my sleep-deprived haze, the idea of a snack flits across my mind like a mischievous sprite. Smartfood, gummies, nachos—the usual suspects beckon, their siren calls tempting my weary soul. Oh, how they’d be embraced in a moment of weakness. But no, it’s the witching hour, and snacking would be a pact with regret, remorse, and a bellyache that rivals the ickiness of a bad decision.
As the clock ticks on to almost 1 AM, the realization dawns—what I truly need is not a snack but a gateway to the elusive realm of sleep. The smartwatch, now more of a pesky companion than a helpful guide, continues its insistence on the intelligence of sleep patterns. If only it could comprehend the complexities of a mind too wired for rest.
The truth is, snacking at this ungodly hour is a slippery slope. It’s not about the snack itself but the gateway it opens—a gateway to a clandestine affair with a very large meal, an alliance with remorse, and a rendezvous with regret. No, I’ll pass on that rollercoaster of indulgence tonight.
So, as the clock strikes 1 AM, I navigate the corridors of my in-between existence, seeking that elusive gateway to sleep. The snacks may whisper sweet promises, but the siren song of slumber calls louder. It’s time to bid adieu to the notion of snacking and embrace the smarter choice—a journey into the realm of dreams, where regrets and nachos alike are left behind. Goodnight, world—or is it good morning? In the midnight hours, distinctions blur, but the quest for sleep remains steadfast.
Categories: food, identity, mental health, Psychology, society, women
psychologistmimi 
Your writing beautifully captures the struggle of late-night restlessness. The vivid imagery of the “time warp of 12:47 AM” and the “dim glow of sleep-deprived haze” paints a relatable picture for anyone who’s been caught in the grip of insomnia.
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Memories of Insomnia
Indeed The Official Record
For Going Without Any Sleep
is 11 Days or
264 Hours
Straight
And True
Going Without
Sleep to that Extent
May Be Deadly Indeed
When i First ‘Obtained’ The Eventually
Medically Assessed Suicide Disease
Dear Miriam Beginning Really Back
in 2006 When So Very Strangely
i Couldn’t Bear to Look at Colors
On a TV Screen Black And White
TV Became a Better FRiEnD as Back
Then Oh Dear Lord i Couldn’t Imagine
Life Without TV Shows And then the Type
Two Trigeminal Neuralgia That Dentist Drill
Like Pain that No Drug Would Touch Feeling
it in my Right Eye and Ear A Pain Literally Assessed
As Worse Than the Real Torture and Suffering of Crucifixion
Yet No 3 Hour or 3 Day or So Tour on An Island of Hell All 66 Months
From Wake to Sleep For me Never Knowing if i Could Make in Life One More
Second Just
Wanting it
All to end
as True there
are Some Places
Where Death is A Blessing
of Heaven For Real In Living Death
Oh Dear Losing the Memory of Ever Feeling
A Smile No Reference Point out of Hell That
Way Our Emotions The Glue of Cognitive Executive
Functioning Not Even Able to Focus on a Game of Tic Tac Toe
True With A Synergy of 18 Other Medical Disorders Mostly Work Stress
Related Over the Course of 11 Years Before Coming to Life Threat too with
No Prognosis For
Recovery
A Lost Cause
For All Doctors
Anyway Back to No Sleep
In a Pain That Kept Increasing
in Numb as Well in Piece of Paper
Existence Every Moment of Every Day
Only an Alpha Blocker Allowed me 1 Short
Hour of Card Board Shallow Sleep for the First
35 Of Those 40 Days Leading to Spring of 2008
And the Last 5 of 40 No Sleep at All Just Doing my
Best to Find
Any Bridge
At All to Jump
off of And Never to Return
Yes Every Second A Thousand
Years of Hell as Hell is a Place
Where All there is Time Alternately
in the Subjective Experience of Heaven
Within there is No Time Just the River Flow
of Existence
in Never Ending
Nirvana and Bliss
Of Course Hehe that
Takes a Never Ending Practice in Flow
of Meditating Free Dance and Song True too
It’s True i Never Have A Problem Going to Sleep
Now And Every Nap i Take is Just A Memory of What
Hell
Is Not
With SMiLes…
Would it Be Easier Surviving
40 Days in a Desert Well of Course
That Was Only A Story And A Myth
When it Happens For Real it Truly Grabs
Our Attention
mine
at Least
Now With SMiLes…
All i Did to Deserve it
Was Always Be the Model Employee
And Sure The Apple on Every Teacher’s Desk
Working For Gold Stars That way too
The Work Tool Assessed As A Valuable
Commodity Yet Not So Much Human
The Employee Never Saying No Even
If it
Would
Eventually
Almost kill me…
And Send me to Hell For Real…
When i Asked my Mother Why me
She Said Why Not You i Still Agree
She Wasn’t Willing to Believe it was the
Worst Pain Known to Humankind Dear
Lord She Even Bought A Literal Book on
The Crucifixion of the Story of Jesus to Prove Science
Wrong She Opened That Package in Her Living Room
Turned to A Random Page and Started Reading Until
She got to the Paragraph
With the Trigeminal
Neuralgia Exception
For Human Suffering
Yet Nah She Still Refused to Believe
What Science Has to Say to Her
Yes The Power of Story is it Truly
Can ‘Trump’ Reality and LoVE iN Peace As Well…
The Only Worse Thing i Can Think of Other
Than Almost 40 Days Without Sleep
With All That Pain and Numb
In Real Hell
is the
Pandemic of
Human Ignorance
All the Harming Raping
Maiming and Killing it Brings
(True That Impacts More Than Just me)
Still World Wide Yet How
Do Those Who Are
Blind Come to
See at Least
in my Case
A Dentist Drill
Like Pain in my
Right Eye and Ear
For 66 Months made
me Understand the Power
of No And The Necessity of
Playing Naked Enough Whole Complete…
Not Only to Survive
Yet to Thrive For
All the Bones and Blood
of Those i Stand Upon Now
Who Brought ‘Ignorance’ to Its Knees
Without Any Need to Worship or Praise
Most
Despicable
Leaders and Ways of Life…
Where Humans Can Stand Up
Straight Be Free And Roar Like
A Lion of
LoVE iN Peace…
Or Perhaps
Just Dance
And Sing Free
Naked Enough
Whole Complete iN Play…
It Truly Makes For A Peaceful
Sleep and A Loving Wake For Real..:)
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