The first symptom of stress is often mild insomnia – an onslaught of thoughts at 3am, which seize the defenceless, semi-wakeful moment and prevent one from turning over and relaxing back into rest. At least that’s how it is for me. Shakespeare, as ever, knew all about it: think of Lady Macbeth, of Henry IV, or of the love-lorn protagonist of Sonnet 27:
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body’s work’s expir’d: Continue reading
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