Türkçesi Aşağıda 👇 One day, I went to see an excellent craniosacral therapist for my insomnia and the long list of other things my nervous system had decided to collect. At some point, she asked me this question: "How do you rest?" I laughed. Not politely. The kind of laugh you give when someone suggests Father Christmas is real. I keep hearing about this magical thing called "rest". People insist it exists. They say things like, "I spent the afternoon just being." Just being? My brain does not come with a "just being" setting. It comes with tabs. And more tabs. And a few secret passageways that open at 2 am."How do you rest? This question stuck with me because it revealed something I hadn't considered: I didn't know how to rest. Not really. I knew how to collapse. I knew how to crash. But rest? That was a rumour. I never believed I was tired. Why would I be? I was certain I could outwork gravity itself, as if bottomless energy were...