Brain Powered or Pooped?

My brain seems to be addicted to adrenaline. I try to meditate and it falls asleep. I try to sleep and it starts to list all the undone things of past present and future.
What the hell's going on with this organ? Is it an organ failure or is it a screwed up mind or a bit of both?

I hate to bother you with this, but I've suffered insomnia since my life flew apart six years ago. It made sense to me that I'd be a little worried when chaos was the order of the day, but you'd think all that would be done with by now. Apparently not and it's a nuisance. I'm trying to do something about it without the aid of sleeping pills and have consulted a nutritionist, who ordered a panel of blood tests. Seems I am deficient in some areas that could affect the brain and my general energy levels, so I am embarking on a regime of vitamins and supplements because I have no other choice. It will take time, which doesn't please me to know because in some ways I'm still three years old and stamp my foot when I have to wait for anything. I've considered hypnosis to regress back to the age of three to investigate and resolve what you might call the real underlying issues. The biggest thing that happened at that age was the arrival of my sister, who screamed for the first two or three years of her life and snored loudly for the rest of the time. She was not a peaceful room mate.

I've been informed that my level of vigilance is abnormally high and is no doubt the real culprit, sending messages to my various organs to get ready to flee or fight. This takes a toll on my nervous system and according to the nutritionist my adrenal glands are fizzled out. That sounds grim. So I supposed I will have to correct this with some creative visualizations. I like the image of a cat, but I think I shall have to change that to something else because cats nap quickly but are nocturnal and that's part of my problem. Perhaps we're not really meant to have a full eight hours, though everyone says we do, that we are unlike other creatures in this regard.

Maybe I should just retire when the light outside goes dark and get up when it gets light and not bother about what happens inbetween. In case you haven't nodded off from boredom, I may keep you posted.