I have always had what I believed to be the world’s worst case of insomnia. Even as a young child, my mind would race at bedtime, keeping me awake late into the night. As a teenager and ever since, I have regularly gone through periods of depression. There always seemed to be some explanation though, something that was a “trigger”, and so I found ways to cope. Occasionally, when it was too much to cope with on my own, I sought help and after a few weeks of medication, it was gone and I was fine. On top of that, while I was in college, I started having anxiety attacks. I didn’t know what they were at the time. They were scary and landed me in the ER several times, but again, there always seemed to be a “trigger”. Like most college students (or so I thought!), I carried huge credit load, had extra-curricular activities, multiple part-time jobs, and could get it all done and then some on only 4 hours of sleep each night. I struggled through both my undergraduate studies and during law school, especially with the very sudden death of my father, but as always, I made it through. Ironically, I ended up working in mental health law, a move that would be both prophetic and life-altering.