I have a sleeping disorder. It's not a matter of will power or choice, it's a disease. No one gets angry at an epileptic for having seizures, so why are people angry at me for not being able to control my sleeping habits?
I have shed so many tears over this, some tonight. I have pleaded and begged myself, on my knees, crying before bed telling myself I had to go to a class in the morning for a test or something... only to oversleep and wake up and weep and wail. I have seen it cause people to lose respect for me, it's cost me opportunities, and I have let countless amount of people down.
Please understand, people. This is not my choice. It is my disease. You may be a victim, but I am its primary victim.
Of course, this doesn't apply to most of you, maybe even all of you. The person who prompted this doesn't even read my blog. But I am upset, and I thought I'd throw this out here. And add that if you know someone with a sleeping disorder, don't get angry at them for something they can't control. I don't know how many nights I've been scared to sleep because I didn't know if I'd wake up in time for something important, or how many nights I've lain in bed for hours upon hours without sleep overtaking me.
It is not a matter of will power or priorities. It really isn't. Have patience with me. Please.
And I am sorry for everyone I have let down through the years because of this. You will never know how sorry.