I’ve always been at odds with sleep. Starting around adolescence, morning became a special form of hell. Long school commutes meant rising in 6am darkness, then huddling miserably near the bathroom heating vent as I struggled to wrest myself from near-paralysis. The sight of eggs turned my not-yet-w...CONTINUE READING >>>
The 8-Hour Sleep Myth: How I learned that everything I knew about sleeping was wrong
