It was 4 a.m. one night, and I was lying in a hospital bed thinking, “THIS IS IT… I’m done… there’s nothing more I can try.” I could feel the burning rage boiling inside… hate for myself, my insomnia, my life, my failure. Just an hour earlier I had called 9-1-1 thinking I was having a heart attack, only to find out it was a panic attack. My body was revolting against me.
I was replaying in my mind the last 2 years of hell… lost jobs, lost friends, sabotaged relationships, constant depression, social anxiety, fatigue, a tornado of worry and anxiety upon laying down to “try” to sleep, the inevitable 3 a.m. fit of fury, punching the pillow and screaming, “Why me???”
My insomnia had me defeated. I had tried everything, and nothing had worked. I thought I might as well give up now on happiness. I was drained, spent, and just plain exhausted.
It started a few years ago with a couple of restless nights, then slowly spiraled into an every night war against my insomnia. I’d lie down, and suddenly become filled with anxiety. By 3 a.m., my mind would be racing with thoughts like, “I don’t know how I’ll get through tomorrow unless I get at least four hours of sleep!” I’d try not to stare at the clock, but when I closed my eyes, the clock would appear before me, taunting me, counting down the remaining time I had to sleep.
I spent hours each day reading, researching, trying to find answers. But everyone said the same thing… don’t drink coffee, don’t watch TV in bed, take melatonin, etc.… I’m sure you know the drill.
I tried sleeping pills. I tried supplements. I tried ebooks. I tried therapy. I tried changing my sleeping environment. I spent thousands of dollars.
Some things seemed to help for a short time, but the problem was still there, rotting inside of me. I was accumulating a Library of Congress-size repertoire of materials, tools, and techniques, but the root of the problem was still there.
Lying in that hospital bed, a mysterious surrender washed over me. I had hit a wall. I felt there was nothing more I could do, nothing more I could try. Every article, blog or book was saying the same thing. I’d done it all. And I still wasn’t sleeping.
If you’ve ever experienced insomnia, I’m guessing there’s a good chance you can relate. Insomnia is like an insidious computer virus. It gets into your mainframe and wreaks havoc. Systems go haywire. You try to shut down, but you’re stuck in an endless spinning cycle.
But in that moment of sudden total surrender, I discovered something. I had an epiphany. In a split second my entire paradigm of the human body and its potential was turned upside down. It was as if I rebooted into an entirely different operating system, launching new software for my health, my life path, my happiness… everything.
What I discovered is that my insomnia was due to unresolved emotion. But it doesn’t just stop there; I discovered that any emotional energy we hold inside is immediately manifested into vibrational, electrical, and chemical changes in the physical body. It could be energetic garbage from years in the past, or from that knee-jerk emotion you just felt from a snarky comment your boss made while passing by.
This is the Law of Vibration; “Nothing rests; everything moves; everything vibrates.” We are vibrational beings, and science proves that vibrational energy transfers. Just place a speaker on your desk, and you’ll feel your desk begin to vibrate to the music.
See, Western Medicine has gotten it all wrong. It’s backward, upside down, sideways… all ways but up.
The Macmillan Dictionary defines Western Medicine as, “the type of medical treatment that is the most popular in North America and Western European countries, based on the use of drugs and surgery to treat symptoms (=signs of illness).”