The clock reads 3am. And I am alone in my kitchen in the dark, eating a peanut butter sandwich! I blame my hormones – or, more accurately, a reduction in certain ones, thanks to my approaching menopause. I can’t sleep. And it’s been a similar story for weeks – lying in bed trying to calm my overactive mind enough for slumber. It’s impossible. How did I ever manage it?
It’s as if my brain has suddenly, and inexplicably, forgotten how to switch off.
