When I was a teenager with bad mental health and insomnia I had three different doctors recommend melatonin to me. My therapist, my psychiatrist, and my pediatrician all recommended melatonin supplements.
So, obviously my mom bought some. And I took them. And then I tried to go to sleep.
And then I thought about the fact that it would be really cool if my bookshelf was organized by color.
Then I organized my bookshelf by color, and thought it'd be a great time to clean up my room.
So, I cleaned up my room. Then I had a panic attack because it was midnight and I couldn't sleep and my heart was racing. Post panic attack I went downstairs for a trash bag and then went through my closet for clothes that didn't fit.
That is hos my mother found me at 3am, carrying a bag of clothing out to the garage, fully dressed.
"what are you doing?" She asked reasonably.
"I went through my clothing," I replied gesturing vaguely at my trash bag.
"okay." She said, and went back to her bedroom.
Then I went back to cleaning my room. Had another panic attack because it was almost 4 and I had to go to school in two hours. And then had a third panic attack just for fun I guess.
And then I never took melatonin again.
