It took everything I had not to scream the fourth time I was woken up last night.

They say sleep deprivation is used as a form of torture, and I believe it whole heartedly. With a child who struggles with anxiety that manifests as insomnia, my life often feels like a blur of disrupted nights of sleep. Although I didn't scream, I wasn't my best self, and I knew that that the mom guilt from this would be what kept me awake the rest of the night...and likely what hung around at the edge of my brain throughout the rest of my  brain foggy day. These nights took everything out of me. My energy. My focus. My confidence. 

The truth I know well, is that I am not one in a million who is up half of the night for one reason or another. I am one OF a million...and if I have learned anything in the 10 years I have worked/trained/coached women in the health and fitness industry, night wakings, full days, endless to-do lists, the emotional labour and admin of life along with this deep sense of juggl...