When I was 10, my mom started locking my door at night. I’d wake up to her whispering, “Stay in bed, no matter what.” One night, I heard footsteps outside and the sound of scratching at my door. Terrified, I stayed still, listening to heavy breathing just inches away.
In the morning, I asked her why she locked me in. She looked at me, dead serious, and said, “Because you sleepwalk.”
back with a vengeance the moment her own health began to fail. It is a cruel irony that the body which served as her instrument for performance would eventually become…
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The idea that one sleeping position is “better” than another sounds simple—but the reality is more nuanced. Your sleep posture can influence breathing, digestion, and how your body recovers overnight,…
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