There are nights when no matter how hard I try, I can’t fall asleep.

I grow restless with each passing minute, wishing I could just close my eyes and not open them again until morning. Yet I lie awake. Frustration creeps in. I wait for the moment I’ll drift into sleep, only to be woken by my alarm. It’s a battle I’ve fought countless times. And though I’ve never stayed awake until sunrise, I’ve never really won either.

Because the only way to win is to surrender, to stop trying, accept defeat, and let sleep take me on its own terms.