Why can I never sleep more than a few hours at a time?

Living right next to a church has advantages and disadvantages.
On the one hand, you have a fantastic view of old European architecture from the kitchen, and I especially love looking at the stained glass windows reflecting in the sun in the morning.

But sleeping in on Sundays and public holidays (especially on the very Christian holidays) is a complete no-go. Especially when the damned bell is on the bedroom side and rings through the roof just in time for mass in the morning...

Instead of sleeping in on Sunday, I wake up at 6 AM like a retard. Haha brain go brrrrrr.

Deer ain't allowed to sleep

Can't sleep because I overthink, overthinking because I can't sleep.

Of course, it was only a matter of time before spiders started appearing in my apartment as the temperatures got warmer...
With my arachnophobia, it really sucks, especially as it's currently exactly the type of spider I react most severely to... And instead of me managing to catch them with the greatest of gritted teeth, they jump away and hide in my clothes in the closet in my bedroom...
Now I'm sitting barricaded on my sofa, "can't" go to sleep and facing the hardest phobia program (heavy breathing to itching all over my body).
It's going to be a really great night and I know that the weekend is completely ruined because of it...
Why do I have to have this severe extreme phobia? Can't it somehow be gentler and "better distributed"?

"The dead are not always silent, and the living should take care not to listen too closely. The flesh rots, but will alone may defy the grave, The unburied whisper and those who listen shall not sleep."

#sleep #insomia

Contrary to my original plan of having a 'lazy Saturday', I spontaneously spent the whole day out and about on my bike.
Simply to escape the city and enjoy the rural idyll that surrounds the outermost city limits. The further I cycled, the less I wanted to go back.
It may sound strange, but resting next to a cow pasture and smelling the typical (perhaps not exactly inviting) smell of cattle somehow gives me a nostalgic feeling of childhood and home.
Even though I like living in a city and enjoying its benefits, I often miss the quiet, sleepy afternoons and evenings in a village.

But sleep now