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I have never had any difficulty falling asleep. No matter what problems I have. However terrible things are, I can sleep. It’s like killing yourself and taking the easy way out. It’s waking up that I dread. Every morning, I go through the five stages of death. I wake up in denial that I have to go to work. Then I get angry. Then I bargain with God, or myself, and try to call in sick. Then I feel guilty and go into remission, until finally I accept that the day will suck and I get up.
