Who knew that sleep was something I took for granted until I became less good at it? You only appreciate such things when they become elusive and by then it’s too late. When combined with my compulsion to check emails and messages it’s a toxic mix.

As anyone who suffers with sleepless episodes can attest, the night can be a lonely place. It’s bizarre how you can be lying next to someone yet feel isolated by your sleeplessness. Perhaps the dark also plays its part but for me it’s the feeling that everyone else is preoccupied and I’m excluded from this recharging of mental and physical batteries. I worry about the impact on my symptoms and am very aware that my mood is adversely affected when I don’t sleep well.