Severe insomnia has been bothering me for several months, and it has become even more serious this month. In order to cure insomnia, I have tried many methods. Recently, my boyfriend even took me to see a psychiatrist and spent more than 20 days with the psychiatrist.

A few months ago, my insomnia symptoms were not serious, so at that time I relied on my mobile phone to treat my insomnia.

Every night when I can’t sleep, I turn on my phone to watch news, movies, and jokes. It doesn’t matter what the content is, as long as it can divert my attention and let me pass the time of insomnia.

After watching it for a long time, I felt sleepy and naturally fell asleep. At that time, mobile phones were still very effective in treating insomnia.

But as my insomnia symptoms gradually worsened, the role of the mobile phone became weaker and weaker, and later it became ineffective. So I started looking for other solutions.

I have basically tried all the methods that others say are effective in treating insomnia, such as soaking my feet in hot water before going to bed, eating apples before going to bed, drinking milk before going to bed, eating a full meal before going to bed...

But it has no effect on me at all. It makes me feel very painful, as if I have been abandoned by the whole world. Others can sleep peacefully every night, but I can only have insomnia all night long. God is so unfair.

I told my boyfriend about my situation, and he gave me a soothing brain solution, saying it could alleviate the symptoms of insomnia. I felt like I had received a savior.

But it backfired. I took double the dose of others, and I still suffered from insomnia like a confident clown. He came to see my jokes every night and grinned at me with a ferocious look.

In the middle of this month, I was hospitalized for nearly ten days due to a gastrointestinal cold. Perhaps it was because my physical and mental state was so poor that this minor illness actually made me fall into the abyss. When I was in the hospital, I stared at the dark ceiling in a daze every night. I couldn't fall asleep, I was dazed again, and I couldn't fall asleep again. It was a vicious cycle.

After I was discharged from the hospital, my boyfriend felt that my insomnia really needed to be cured, so he took me to an appointment with a psychiatrist friend of his, thinking that even if I couldn’t be cured, he could hypnotize me. , let me have a good sleep.

In his friend's studio, I lay on a comfortable sofa while the psychiatrist hypnotized me. He used various languages ??and situations to guide me to sleep. After trying for a long time, we found that I couldn't be hypnotized. This is simply the biggest insult to a psychiatrist, and I feel like I have become a weirdo.

My boyfriend said that the psychiatrist’s studio environment is definitely the most suitable for insomniacs like me. Even if I can’t be hypnotized, I can stay here for a day or half a day and try to fall asleep on my own. After all, there is atmosphere helps.

So from the middle to the end of the month, I took a long vacation from going to work, and then stayed there all morning or afternoon every day, putting aside my mobile phone and computer, listening to lullabies and trying to have a good sleep. .

I am trying to fall asleep when others are working, I am trying to fall asleep when others are shopping, and I am still trying to fall asleep when others are eating. I spent all my time sleeping. But every time I toss and turn, wake up and close my eyes, wake up and open them again, life is still the same.

Finally today, I gave up completely. I came back from the psychiatrist’s studio and decided not to go there again. Insomnia makes me tortured and painful, as if the edges of the world have begun to collapse, and there is nothing I can do.