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There’s a particular kind of frustration that comes with waking up, running your fingers through your hair, and feeling that

It was a Tuesday morning, the kind where you wake up ten minutes before you’re supposed to leave the house,

It started, as these things often do, with a mystery that had no obvious suspect. Rhea had been doing everything

I used to think all mattress protectors were basically the same plastic-feeling sheet that made a crinkly noise every time

The 3 a.m. wake-up call. You know the one. It’s not the sound of a crying baby or a blaring

It was three in the morning, and the ceiling fan was doing nothing but circulating the hot, sticky air around

There I was, standing in the bedding aisle of a big-box store, staring at a wall of sheet sets. The

This is not a marketing pitch. This is the story of how I spent six months and way too much

This is not medical advice. This is the story of what happens when your own body becomes your worst enemy

It’s 2:47 AM and I’m lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out how my body managed