- cross-posted to:
- nonpolitical_memes@lemmy.ml
- cross-posted to:
- nonpolitical_memes@lemmy.ml
I just wanted to feel rested in the morning for a change!
Congratulations, you are now an “early riser.” Enjoy the hours from 4-6 am where nothing happens and nobody bothers you (unless you have kids…)
I used to love this. Arrive at work around 06h (getting up at 4:30, 1h drive), do loads of work without noise or people bothering me. Downside was I would go to bed around 21h so my social life was shit as most of my friends work until late and are down to chill from around 20h. Even during weekends this day-night cycle meant my social life was shit. Also my colleagues never saw me starting work so early, so they would always look angry and I would always have to defend myself when leaving early every day. But I could do a week’s work in a single day this way and I could enjoy the day during sunlight when I got home making me feel less stressed by work in general. It didn’t feel like my daily life consisted of being a work slave, more like I had something useful to do in the first half of the day and loads of time to relax, be creative and active the other half.
Find new early morning friends. Meeting up at dennys for coffee and pancakes hits different at 4:30
I have very deep connections with my friends. Not something you just make with anyone new. We’ve been through so much together. We’re there for each other through better and through worse. Even though my life is horrible and I’m completely fucked up and broken, I feel rich with the friendships I have, as not many people can say they have as many friends as I have, with the deep connections my friends and I share.
Now I don’t work anymore, I’m struggling to survive with PTSD due to military deployment (which is an organisation which goes against everything what I stand for, but somehow I ended up there, stuck for 15 years. I’m an anarchist, can you believe it?), together with autism, depression and apparently a personality disorder, highly likely some ADHD, which is a perfect cocktail to make everything untreatable and worse.
But now I have time to see my friends again, who support me, and who I can support so I can feel a purpose in life again.
Sorry for making this extremity heavy all of a sudden, but I felt I needed to explain why I would never trade any of my friends for anything in the world.
It’s crazy how much more you can get done in one calm uninterrupted hour than in a whole very active afternoon.
Same is true after 10 p.m.
Brain: Ok sure, oh btw by ‘morning’ you mean 3AM right?
Also Brain: Oh, you went to sleep late? Well you usually wake up at 6 am, so it’s time to wake up!
My problem is when I try to go to sleep earlier, I wake up mere hours later like my brain thinks it was supposed to be a nap instead, and then I struggle to get back to sleep.
I’m currently trying an EMS-/TENS-device for getting back to sleep in the very early morning hours (the manual gave advice where to place the electrodes to support sleep). Worked surprisingly well the first nights, got back to sleep within 20 minutes and slept till alarm time (and was able to remember my dreams which is a nice extra of good sleeping).
Don’t know if this is some sort of placebo effect - and honestly wouldn’t care as long as I get to sleep longer.
See, what I do is intentionally sleep six hours and then, before work, have a 90 minute siesta. Seems to be working out well 👍
I fell asleep accidentally at 5pm yesterday, wokeup to move to the bed and slept until work time at 4:15am
Do some reading for an hour, hour and a half, and then lay back down. You’ll most likely fall back asleep for a couple more hours of some of the most restful sleep you’ve ever had.
Segmented sleeping is the bomb.
Six hours would be amazing.
I had a long day yesterday, so I went to bed an hour earlier than I usually do.
Woke up over 2 hours before my alarm this morning and couldn’t fall back asleep 🤦
This is so true, except it’s not my brain anymore but my kittens telling me to wake up by holding a world wrestling competition on top of me until I wake up, get out of bed and feed them. So there’s no room for “Ah fuck. Well, I’ll just turn around for half an hour” as you’re already out of bed and downstairs.