I used to be the “fixer.”
The one who could do anything she set her mind to. I was the problem solver, the reliable one, the resilient one. From the outside, I looked unstoppable—ambitious, calm, and always in control.
But behind the scenes, I was unraveling.
It started with a few sleepless nights. Nothing major…
until it was.What I lost wasn’t just sleep—it was my identity. The woman who could “handle anything” was suddenly powerless in the face of something as basic as rest.
A few summers ago, after a big move, a new relationship, and launching a business, everything shifted. What should’ve been an exciting new chapter turned into a spiral of fear and sleeplessness. One disrupted night became weeks of anxiety, exhaustion, and the terrifying thought that something inside me was broken.
I tried everything:- Meditation, yoga, journaling
- Melatonin, magnesium, sleeping pills (prescription and OTC)
- Saw countless doctors and therapists
- Time off work, hotel escapes, therapy, even blaming my partner