More sleep really is often the best medicine.
Naturally, this is easier during certain life stages.
And harder during others.
Like everything else, good sleep is, I think, a matter of making good sleep a priority.
Desiring sleep here looks like a byproduct of stress (it often is).
And yes, of course: All these messes we have made have happened before.
Threaded through everything Lewis wrote in those early days of the war—and indeed, later—is a complex weave of skepticism about the state’s motives, fear that even righteous causes can be prosecuted unjustly, and sheer dread. Again to his brother, just a few lines after his fears for the moral integrity of the Church of England, he writes, “One of the worst features of this war is the spectral feeling of all having happened before. . . . If one could only hibernate. More and more sleep seems to me the best thing—short of waking up and finding yourself safely dead and not quite damned.”