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The one drawback with this was that as a human who wasn't used to long bouts of sleep, I then felt perpetually befuddled. The pills worked for a few months before my body got used to them, but for those few months I would sleep like a baby. Which is a terrible expression if you think about it, I don't know much about kids, but I know that they don't sleep at all. I tend to get constipated. I notice that I have a hard time sitting still when I have a lot on my mind. There are times when I feel like my mouth is dry and I can't quench my thirst. My mind thinks about certain thoughts, topics, or events even when I don't want to. When my mind wanders, it's hard to bring myself back into focus. It feels like my mind is constantly analyzing what is happening in my life. My mind is always going, and I have a hard time focusing on one specific thought. I have to be on guard all of the time. I feel people can't be trusted. I am easily agitated. But there is no problem, the man said. You will see. Our journey is almost at an end. Despite the darkness, the reflection of the stars from the water illuminated the crow's nest in a soft glow. Michael could see the man clearly now. He had reddish-brown hair, very curly, that fell almost to his shoulders. A triangular, green felt hat was set far back on his head, the forward point jutting toward the sky.

The rest of his clothes, except for a stout canvas jacket, were in tatters. The man's pants fell in strips around his ankles, and his shoes were virtually nonexistent--hard leather wrapped around his feet. What's your name, sir? In fact every new parent I know looks like I did when I had insomnia. But cliched sayings aside, I obtained some sleep by drugging and drinking myself to unconsciousness, somewhat unsuccessfully4. The last major ingredient in my anxiety cocktail is dermatophagia, or, in its simplest form, biting your fingernails. I have bitten my nails since I was a kid; As I got older and my anxiety became all-encompassing, I started chewing the skin around my nails - my nails were by now barely visible due to a high amount of rodent-like gnawing, and this was the next step. Whenever I felt uneasy or uncomfortable, I would rip the skin off my fingers with my teeth. My fingers were permanently bleeding and I would get through several layers of skin until the colour went from red just underneath the skin, to the purple layer under that, to the light pink layer under that. And every time they bled, I bit more. Every part of it was painful, but my brain ignored it, it was a masochistic coping mechanism. I spent years with my fingers covered in bloody plasters and bandages, I made excuses for why my hands were like this - An accident at work' orI trapped my hand in the car door again' - but really I was cannibalistically punishing myself. I don't notice when someone enters the room. When watching sports, I have a difficult time tracking which player has the ball. I wouldn't be able to match the color of a sweater in a shop with the color of my pants at home. I have difficulty finding people in crowds. I can't hear very low frequency sounds, such as low voices or the bass in music. I don't pick up on subtleties when someone else is speaking. My hearing is fine, but I still often don't notice when someone calls my name.

I have a hard time distinguishing the words in songs. I don't feel it when someone touches me. I have a very high tolerance for pain. Michael asked. Why, yes, of course. The man put a hand to his head. How rude of me! I am Capitan Colon. Capitan Cristobal Colon, master of the Santa Maria, at your service. He gave a little bow. Santa Maria? Michael asked. You are Christopher Columbus? I don't do this when my mind is calm, and my mother now knows how I am feeling by simply analysing my fingers. If they are smooth and barely scarred she knows I am coping, if they are bleeding and covered in blood blisters she asks me how I am. Most of my digits are permanently scarred from this. My thumb on my right hand no longer has a crease at the joint, the skin has been removed so many times it's now a smooth ugly sausage that lives just off my palm. Anxiety manifests itself physically in bizarre ways, always masochistic. The incessant pulling of your own hair (trichotillomania), a complete lack of sleep, twitches and tremors, or even self-harm. This is effectively what I had been doing.