When I was 6 years old, I managed to sleep through the fire alarm. While my siblings awoke in a panic and my parents rushed to get us out of the house, they had to carry me, sleeping, down the stairs and outside. After the firefighters came and told us there was no danger, my parents carried me back upstairs and put me to bed. In the morning, I didn’t remember anything. I hadn’t woken up at all and thought my siblings were playing a prank on me when they told me the story. I could have slept through anything. And then, when I was 13, the insomnia started. Any noise could wake me. I tossed and turned in bed and woke up in the middle of the night from nothing but my own thoughts. I often stayed up until 4am, unable to sleep.