It's the what-if game! There was a period when I was ten or eleven when I would go up to mother and say things like, "Mommy, what if I smashed my elbows with a hammer? Would it hurt?" or, "Mommy, what if I got burned to death? Would it hurt?" wtf. Because these scenarios, they're totally worst-case and at times nigh-inconceivable, and logically you know that but the brain still needs convincing. Because they're still terrifying. (And I still play the what-if game, sometimes, before I catch myself.)
Try this: when you want to fall asleep, get comfy, close your eyes, and tell yourself the story of the Three Little Pigs or Hansel and Gretel or some other very basic fairy tale with a happy ending (happy ending is key!). Tell it in excruciating detail, because the idea is to fall asleep before you reach the ending. Drag it out. Mine was always the three pigs, and I usually bored myself to sleep before I got to Ye Olde House of Twiges. Also, wiggle your toes sporadically while telling the story.
Maybe that will help? Hopefully? The what-if game is never fun.
Also, I promise I won't look at you weird when we get back to school and go, "Wait, do I know you?" because that would be ridunkulous. <3
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Try this: when you want to fall asleep, get comfy, close your eyes, and tell yourself the story of the Three Little Pigs or Hansel and Gretel or some other very basic fairy tale with a happy ending (happy ending is key!). Tell it in excruciating detail, because the idea is to fall asleep before you reach the ending. Drag it out. Mine was always the three pigs, and I usually bored myself to sleep before I got to Ye Olde House of Twiges. Also, wiggle your toes sporadically while telling the story.
Maybe that will help? Hopefully? The what-if game is never fun.
Also, I promise I won't look at you weird when we get back to school and go, "Wait, do I know you?" because that would be ridunkulous. <3