I swallowed a quarter of a Zopiclone pill and wrapped myself in a duvet as I lay on the sofa. It was mid-morning in May 2015, and I hadn’t slept for seven days. I was halfway through cancer treatment and had developed an irrational fear of falling asleep, as it reminded me of death.
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