The cursor is blinking and I’m not sure how to begin. I guess I’ll just come right out and say it: I often suffer from insomnia. At some point during my adult life, I found myself unable to sleep. I go through stretches at a time when, no matter how hard I try and no matter how many times I try to get comfortable in bed, sleep will not come. I stew. I toss and turn. I try to count sheep. I pray. And yet, I get no reprieve. It’s 2:51 right now, and try as I might, I cannot sleep. One may wonder what causes this phenomenon. I detest…