My Battle With Lunesta

Not quite sure my use of the word battle on a post-memorial day is appropriate but whatever. I took a pill at 9:3opm in an attempt to call it an early night. For me early is 11pm and well hey, it’s 11pm-ish now.

So what did I do during this 90 minute transitional coma? What I do best while blurry eyes and a randomly loopy: client work. Yay! Go me. I’m probably what we call a functional junkie. Good to know should I happen to fall into a crack addition phase.

Around the 10 minute mark, and to my surprise, the medication starting kicking in. Generally I would give myself 90 minutes b/c it would take a while to kick in. Not tonight. Just my luck. So yes, updating work madness ensues.

I’ve done client work on no sleep, half a bottle of wine and others which shall remain nameless. So why now Lunesta is giving me such a hard time is beyond me. I mean really. It’s a tiny small blue pill. It’s not like those vitamins sized to neutralize a horse. It’s a simple lil pill designed to make us go to lala land.

Sadly though, I’ve come to realize lala land involves a personal life that I can’t seem to shake. At 11:15pm, why am I trying to rationalize one for another.

There’s additction #1: Work.

I call it being passionate or an enthusiast. Others have not-so-funny choice words for it. This commitment to my goals (2+ for me) is now manifesting not-so-cool symptoms like insomnia and perfectionism. Boo hoo. Now what. Ah prescription medication to the rescue and even with that I fight it off.

How deep does self-sabotage really go??

Vicky Ayala

My name is Vicky & I am a brand strategist & visual storyteller. By day, I work with multi-passionate entrepreneurs to organize their creative genius into a memorable brand experience with engaging design, authentic storytelling and strategic online marketing. When I'm not conjuring brand magic, you can find me musing about the entrepreneurial journey which includes everything from finding the perfect chai latte to plotting my domestic move to Miami.