Bedtime for me is just a time for darkness and for all my fears to creep their way to the forefront of my mind. It’s a time that we are completely vulnerable, and that’s not something easily cleared from my head. My lifelong yearning for a rejuvenating sleep has made the idea of it seem so out of reach that the thought of it is now laced with sadness. The hope, however, is still there as well and it shall always remain. This is what I intended to show in my series, Sleep Interrupted: darkness, sadness, fear, vulnerability, hope and how these things “interrupt” or “disrupt” sleep.