Haven't seen anyone saying that they've failed, so I'll throw my hat into that ring. I have insomnia all the time. Work is waiting, 8 feet beneath me a floor b

Haven't seen anyone saying that they've failed, so I'll throw my hat into that ring. I have insomnia all the time. Work is waiting, 8 feet beneath me a floor below, and my mind spins on emails, passive aggressive remarks, and general strife from earlier in the day. This isn't a cry for help. It's just an admission, that this stuff is damned difficult for some of us, and I think it should be ok to feel like a big failure. I will last far longer than 2020 will. And with it, some new appreciations. Maybe. Or at least my half hour commute, which is my best firewall for work so far.