Interesting, among the gloom, there were little bursts of euphoria. After 48 hours without sleep I watched the sun rise and felt gloriously alive – the light from the rising sun affects the parts of the brain that governs the sleep and wake cycle – the circadian clock.
My blood pressure was up, my blood sugar had soared and I had a thundering headache. When I began to hallucinate the hotel walls were caving in, I knew it was time to give up this particular experiment.
Worse time when I was off my tiny rocker - was when i went without sleep for 2 weeks, due to extreme anxiety and voices. Sleep is extremley important to me as a schizophrenic. If i need 12-13 hours in bed - so be it.
A good nights rest is a bloody great healer for a bad mind.