During insomnia, we feel like there is nothing to choose from. In the beginning we get into the trap of insomnia itself: it decides for us how we are going to behave, how to think or how to feel. We are compelled to search for a solution asap and try this and that. Anything but not this horrible feeling of being awake… and alone.
This is exactly where I’m at. It’s frustrating and it seems like my recovery is taking so long. So maybe I think I’ve accepted, etc. but not really?