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INSOMNIA

THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE UGLY

I’ve battled insomnia for as long as I can remember. I was first prescribed sleeping pills when I was just fourteen years old. It comes, and it goes, of course. It’s not like I haven’t slept in fifteen years. I have. Just not well, or much.

“Boy, it’s really coming down out there.”

I always know when a bout is heading in. The clues are there, subtle as they are. I have more energy later at night; it takes a little longer to fall asleep, and whatever sleep I manage is fragmented. Each night seems a little longer, and I’m getting none of the benefits. It’s like seeing a forecast for a storm a week out. You know it’s coming, but when that day of rain and wind day comes, you left the umbrella at home.

I’ll always be a night owl, which is different from an insomniac. I’ve never been one to go to bed early and rise with the sun, probably never will be. The difference is that insomnia won’t let you sleep, no matter the time. Insomnia almost gives you a fear of getting into bed, never knowing if tonight is going to be a restful one or if it’s the night you watch turn into day.

Where it All Began

When I was younger, the sleeping pills worked their magic. I’d take one, and within a half an hour, I was peacefully off to dreamland. Thanks to inept doctors, I was prescribed the pills nearly nightly for months (which is not advised). I was a young teenager who couldn’t sleep. If the doctor told me to take this medication every night, I listened.

I slept almost every night over those months because those pills worked. Until they didn’t. That’s where my learning experience in sleeplessness began. During these years, I learned so much about the noises my house made in the wee hours. I knew which birds started singing and when. I learned the panicked art of counting down of hours until it was “acceptable” to be awake and that sleep and I would probably never get along. I gave up the pills (that no longer worked) and accepted that this is what life was going to be like, night after night.

College masked my sleeping issues. With never-ending parties and all-night cram sessions, I hardly noticed my sleep schedule was different from anyone else’s. My extra nocturnal hours helped me finish papers and essays, ones I, of course, procrastinated doing. If I was going to have insomnia, I was going to have it work for me. It was only after the good old collegiate days did I realize how strong the hold was that insomnia had on me.

A Grown Up Problem

Adult responsibilities such as say, a job, basically require you to be functioning human being. (Especially when said job is teaching a class full of preschoolers). Being a functioning human and being an insomniac are in direct contradiction with each other. Somehow, I was able to be at work every day at 8:00 A.M. as bright and shiny as I could be, despite the fact I had only slept four hours. I always snuck home on my lunch break for a nap. I liked my job and was good at it. As soon as I got home from work, there was no chance I could do little more than sit and read. I was the walking dead. Despite being exhausted from chasing around toddlers all day, when bedtime hit, I was wide-awake. I finally went back to a doctor and gave those pills of old another shot.

Back Down the Rabbit Hole

The first night back on the sleeping pills was blissful. I fell asleep faster and more soundly than I had in a long while. I awoke a little groggy and with a bad taste in my mouth, but it was still better than the zombie I was without any sleep. Still, there were too many nights when my husband (who worked nights) knew he could text me at 3:00 A.M and, more likely than not, I’d reply, “Yup, I’m still up.” By this point, my insomnia came in spells. Knowing that, and my experiences with building such a tolerance when I first tried sleep aids, I didn’t use the pills nightly. I didn’t even use them weekly. I saved them for dire emergencies, like a sleep security blanket, safely tucked away in my bedside table. For a while, they remained untouched. I tried acupuncture, nighttime yoga, and even Benadryl, all things that worked, but only for so long.

New Job, Same Problems

Years later, I changed jobs and given up on a steady relationship with sleep altogether. This new job, for the most part, didn’t require me to be in before ten in the morning. This small luxury allowed me to grab some extra shuteye on days that I was still staring at the ceiling at 4:30. Despite my later starting hour, I began to notice small changes. I was more stressed than I’ve ever been, moodier and gained weight seemingly just by looking at food.

While some nights were earlier than others, the problem persisted. I had a mantra I’d repeat to myself during these sleepless spells. “This won’t last forever.” It was true. Insomnia in its truest form would last two to three nights and then would recede into whatever dark corner if came from. It became harder to tell when it was going to strike.

The Beast Returns

The last bout was rough but beautiful in some strange way. My week had been intense, full of stress and not enough exercise. I knew by the way I got to sleep later and later each night that the beast, insomnia, was coming for me. I laid in bed feeling somewhat tired and took my “in-case-of-emergencies-pill.” Precautions were taken. I avoided screens for an hour before bedtime, remembering blue light interferes with your brain shutting down for the night. Armed with a cup of chamomile tea and my book, I felt comfy, cozy and ready for bed. I even laughed knowing I’ve done everything right and I would outwit insomnia tonight.

Getting more and more comfortable, I felt myself about to drift off. Then BAM! I was overwhelmed with panic; my legs felt as if they were crawling with bugs. My mind was racing, and I’m wide-awake. I gave myself twenty minutes to do breathing exercises before I had to leave the bed. Some research says if you can’t fall back to sleep in twenty minutes, get up and distract yourself, a change of scenery if you will. So I ended up on my couch, book in hand, waiting for sleep to take over. At 4:30, I felt like I’ve had enough and quietly crawled back into my bed. (Thank goodness my husband is a heavy sleeper, with all my tossing and turning). Last I saw of the clock; it was 5:00 and I must have drifted off sometime after that.

The Drink-less Hangover

The next day was hell. I was drained, cranky and unable to get basic sentences strung together. My body was reacting as if I’d pulled an all night booze bender. Sitting in front of my laptop, trying to get words to come out in some sort of readable order was impossible, I was underwater. I had such plans for the day; I wanted to complete my many assignments, go to the gym, and clean my apartment. But insomnia took that productive day from me, again. After slaving away for hours at my computer in a zombie-like fashion, I gave up.

“I Must be Dying.”

By that evening, I was exhausted. I was running on fumes and poised to knock right out. However, I was anxious; knowing the pattern the beast follows. There was no way I was returning to the pill that had so grossly betrayed me the night before. I read my book for an hour and crawled into bed. My husband is snoring away, and I’m telling myself “it’s still early, I can still sleep.” After an hour, I’m about to drift off and once again, panic washes over me. “I must be dying” is exactly how it feels. I take a small anti-anxiety pill for good measure and start in on my breathing meditation.

Thirty minutes later, I’m sneaking out of the bedroom like a bad one-night-stand, leaving my lover sleeping soundly me. I take to the living room and begin some gentle nighttime yoga. It doesn’t do the trick. I try guided meditation with binaural beats. Nothing. I go back to my book. Still wide-awake.

A Beautiful and Strange Hell

 

Time moves in such a strange fashion when you can’t sleep. The clock moves slowly and quickly both at the same time. I try to avoid looking at it, as time seems like a foreign construct at this point. The quiet in the wee hours never ceases to amaze (or agitate) me. But it’s the time between 5:30-6:00 that’s truly inexplicable. That’s when the first stirrings of the waking world hit my ears.

It starts out quietly and slowly builds. Throughout the apartment building, I can hear soft footfalls of neighbors getting out of bed, doors creaking open and shower taps turning on. The not-so-far-away boulevard begins to fill with the sounds of traffic. It’s nothing like the midday rush, but a noticeable increase from the silence of the night. Owners take their dogs on sunrise walks while businessmen rush to make the early train. A slow, building cacophony of key fobs dinging in the distance signal the start of so many days.

My day will not be like theirs. It’s beautiful and disturbing all at the same time. I take all the sounds in as a thing of frustrating beauty because it’s an experience not many get to have, hearing the world wake up. Insomnia has let me see the darkest of the night and the birth of new days.

Now if only it would let me sleep.

5 Simple Ways to RELAX (at home)

This time of year is a stressful one for me. There’s a ton going on, lots of deadlines to meet and I.AM.STRESSED!! As someone who has struggled with anxiety most her life, I’ve learned how important self-care is. Work gets hectic, your to-do list at home piles up and by the time you crawl into bed your mind is abuzz with a million things you didn’t get around to, that awkward thing you said at lunch a week ago, what’s on your plate tomorrow and the list goes on. How can anyone possibly relax?

Well, I got you covered! All these can be done from the privacy of your living room and will cost you next to nothing (or nothing at all). Check out these tips below that work for me!

Pamper yourself.

Who has money (or time) to have a spa night after a rough, say, Tuesday at work? No need because you can totally give yourself a “spa-like” experience in your living room. Give your tootsies a cooling treat and lather them up in a thick menthol cream (or Vicks vapor rub-not even kidding, give it a whirl), throw on a pair of thick socks and put those puppies up. While resting your tired feet, slather on a face mask and feel the day melt away. I’m personally a huge fan of Tony Moly sheet masks. Extra credit if you use some essential oils!

Get creative.

With so many outlets, it’s impossible not to find something to immerse yourself in. Obviously, Pinterest is a huge resource for DIY projects but if you’re looking for something less involved try your hand learning something new. Calligraphy looks gorgeous, even when it’s just profanities (Extra points if you put it into DIY Pinterest-y frame and decorate your room) Not super artsy? One of those “adult” coloring books is both distracting AND soothing. (I still take offense that there are “child” and “adult” coloring books, both are equally fun, and I resent having to choose between the two)

Get cooking.

A personal favorite of mine.I find it soothing (and deliciously rewarding) to get immersed into a recipe. Take your time chopping and sautéing and more than likely the simmering aromas will get that work day stress off your mind. Sure this one MAY require some planning ahead, finding a recipe and ensuring you have all the ingredients but of course there’s a way around that too! Check out MyFridgeFood.com, input what you have on hand, and you’ll be given a list of things you can whip up, no shopping trip required! Bonus points if you make some comfort food because, duh, it’s comforting.

Exercise.

Hold the eye roll I’m SURE you’ve heard this one before, but I guess there’s a good reason for it. It works. You don’t need to run out and sign up for a gym to work off some stress. Take a walk around the block, try a new at-home workout or even some static stretching. When my mind is racing at night, I try some deep stretching in bed and usually can release enough tension to get sleepy. Got a little time? Try Zumba on Wii. If you’re anywhere near as uncoordinated as I am, you not only get your blood pumping, but a have a good laugh at yourself as well, which brings me to…

Have a laugh.

I get it; sometimes a rough day leaves you with zero energy to move further than the couch. Turn on a short, funny TV show (Impractical Jokers gets me every time) out try a new podcast ( How Did This Get Made never fails to give me a chuckle). Even if you’re SO not feeling happy-go-lucky, sometimes a laugh can lighten the tension just enough to get comfortable. (Extra bonus points if you try this with #1)
Have any other tricks that work for you? Let me know; I’m always on the hunt for finding my zen!

Happy Relaxing!

Well……..now what?

Congrats, you did it!

You put four years into earning your degree, and after graduation, you landed yourself a job! Now you’re an adult. Fast forward a bit, and you’ve gotten yourself a new, higher paying job, still in your field, with more responsibility. You were able to get some money together and moved out. Now you’re REALLY an adult. A few years pass. You have your name and fancy title on business cards; you do grownup things like putting part of your paycheck into a savings account for emergencies, contributing to your IRA account and you got married! You’re at the age where it’s totally acceptable to have a baby human of your own, a terrifying thought and one maybe you’ve even had. Seriously, you’re a bonafide adult human.

But if you’re anything like me, you also may wake up in the morning and ask yourself “where is this adult the world sees?”

I’m now eight years into working full-time in the field in which I majored. I’ve moved up to a top position and make *decent* money. I was lucky to have landed a job out of college and even luckier to have found something that allowed me some financial freedom. I’m lucky. Yet I can’t shake the feeling I fell into this luck, without knowing who I was and what I wanted. Maybe it’s because of luck that almost nine years after the first time I thought I was an adult, I’m just now asking myself “Is this really what I want to be doing?”

I thought there would be an “a-ha!” moment when I actually became an adult. Or at least when I felt like one.

I didn’t get that moment, not for years. Not when I bought my first car, or when I signed the contract for my first full-time job. Not even when I got married. I thought I was doing everything right, by the book. Go to school, find a major, get a job in said major, move up in the world. Your job is important, defining. You spend the majority of your life there, better make it count. Right?

My “a-ha” moment came just recently while talking to a friend over drinks. We were discussing how I’ve become burnt out at my job and didn’t know what my next step was. I just knew I didn’t have the passion for my field that I once did over ten years ago when I decided on a major in college. But what now? I’ve spent my whole “adult” life doing this, how can I just change now? She simply asked me “What did you want to be when you were a kid?” It was something so simple and a thought I’ve never had before.

I’ve never once considered my silly 12-year-old self would have any greater insight to my own self-actualization than my fully grown, adult self would. I wanted to write. And I still do. The minute the words came out, it was like a light turned on. I had direction, a goal. Maybe I’ve been an adult all along, just wasn’t doing what I wanted to be doing with my adult life. Maybe not quite knowing who I wanted to be or what I wanted to do is what kept me from claiming that elusive title of “adult.”

The less risk, the better. Right?

Since realizing what my childhood self always knew, and I forgot, I’ve got a whole new direction I can take my adult life. I’ve always tried to make the most sensible and secure choices when it came to my career. The less risk, the better. That way of living, lead me to become complacent and too comfortable in my position (and not in that cozy warm blanket kind of way), even if it wasn’t right for me. Changing the path you’ve worked your whole adult life on, is a huge risk. I’m ready to take those risks, make mistakes and be the “adult” I want to be.

I’m beyond excited!

By no means do I have it all figured out (maybe I never fully will), but I feel that taking this chance on my 12-year-old self is more rewarding than staying in a job that no longer makes me feel like I’m on the right path. I may not know what being adult really means (besides just because you CAN have dessert for breakfast, doesn’t mean you SHOULD) and that’s ok. I may find out I’m crappy at this and have to figure myself out all over again, but I’m okay with that too. Maybe there isn’t just one “a-ha!” moment for being “all grown up,” maybe I get a series of “a-ha!” moments and being an adult is just evolving and changing around those moments. Whatever the case may be, I can’t wait to get to it.

Happy adulting!

Save $400 This Month, PAINLESSLY!

Small Swaps, big payoff!

Find yourself skipping Sunday brunch with the girls because those bottomless mimosas come into direct contradiction with the bottom of your bank account? Bailing on a nice dinner out because payday isn’t until next week? Sound familiar? We’ve all been there!

A good paycheck is hard to come by these days, even if you do work full time. Live in an expensive area like New York? Cut that check in half just paying your rent/mortgage. In a payroll panic reading how much of your check should go into your 401k/ IRA?

How about that face you just made reading that experts say you need 3-6 months worth of living expenses socked away for emergencies, MINIMUM. Can a girl live?? Have no fear; I have you covered!

I’ve put together a small list of a few tried and true tips on saving and cutting spending in ways that don’t involve you eating ramen noodles every night (unless you’re into that!).

These three small changes can add up leaving you with a bit of extra cash that can cushion any account (and they’re super easy to do!).

The Starbucks stops here.

With specialty drinks commonly priced at $5 a pop, this change is an easy one to make that can save you big bucks. Swap your weekly morning vanilla latte out with a cup of home brewed coffee with warm sweetened milk and you’ve saved over $20 a week!

Even if all you order up is venti drip coffee, this simple swap gives you an extra $15 by the weekend. A bag of GOOD beans costs anywhere between $10-12 bucks and will last you weeks (of course there are cheaper beans out there, I’m going off the assumption we all take our caffeine super seriously here)

Have a Keurig at home?

Stop buying those ridiculously priced (and bad for the environment) K-Cups. Bed Bath and Beyond sells reusable cups for as little at $8 that you can fill with your grinds from home!

I invested in both the single serve reusable cup as well as the reusable carafe cup that’s compatible with my Keurig 2.0. That way, I can make a pot of super strong java and chill it in the fridge (or share with my husband, if I’m in a sharing kind of mood) Find the reusable K-cup I have here!

Total Savings: $15-21/a week

Ditch the brown bag, but bring your lunch!

There are SO many cute options for lunch bags. (I linked some of my faves below) There’s no reason lugging in your lunch has to look anything less than enviable.

If you stop at the corner deli or cafeteria at your job every day, you’re sinking $10-15 bucks daily for what you could be eating for much less. It may take a bit of your time on Sunday, but meal-prepping is WORTH IT!

By making your lunch ahead of time, you only need to throw it into your awesome lunch bag and head out the door, saving you time AND money (win-win IMHO).

If you’re not into full on meal prepping just yet, making a sandwich or salad the night before using what’s in your fridge works just great! Even taking last night’s leftovers work in a pinch.

This small change saves both your wallet AND your waistline. Food that you make at home tends to be healthier than most grab and go options.

Total Savings: $50-75/a week

Secret Saver. 

Not good at contributing to your savings account? Use a self-saving app like DIGIT.

I found the Digit app just last year and have already saved over $800! It’s a huge lifesaver come holiday season! This app is super smart, painless and safe! (Accounts are FDIC-insured for up to $250,000)

After you give Digit permission to access your accounts, it begins watching your spending habits (revolving deposits, withdrawals and daily spending). It then decides the best way and time to save based on parameters you set.

Digit will withdraw a few dollars at a time and put them into a saving account you can withdraw from at any time.

Digit is also customizable, so you can tell Digit to stop saving if your account goes under a specified amount (so there’s no worry of overdrawing) as well as tell it to save more aggressively if you feel up to it.

You can use your newfound savings in any way you like. Transfer it to a savings account (one that will gain interest hopefully) or just have in the case of an emergency (and yes a girls night out may count as an emergency)!

The app is so easy to interface with, you can send a text message (you know, THE preferred method of communication these days) to Digit and get updates on savings balance, checking balance, recent spending and more! Digit becomes your very own personal and digital wealth manager! Click here to give Digit a try!

Total Savings: $70-80/month

*based on my average monthly saving

These three tiny saves rack up to a grand total of $330-$464 a month! You could use that to grow your emergency fund, finance a vacation or pay down some debt. (Or a combination of all three!) Finding small ways to save money is almost like getting a raise, from yourself!

What could you do with a few extra hundred a month? Tell me in the comment section below some of your tips on saving/finding some extra money each month!

Happy Saving!