Basically, 32 years of being raised by an abusive marine and an addict abused mom left me unable to recognize whether pain of any kind is legitimate and should be treated, or just "Bitching. Now shut the fuck up and get back to work marine!". I'm 35 and before about March first of this year, I can tell you I've never gotten more than 5 1/2 hours of sleep for probably 15 to 20 years. For the sake of the argument, I've done everything for sleep. Nothing has worked. Mom gave me a zannie bar. Never taken one before. I took it, I slept for 8 or 9 hours, woke up and cried in happiness. Haven't stopped since and that was four months ago. Obviously I've tried to taper off and that has been a struggle. To add, I have now finally begun to check out my health physically and mentally after dad died from an 18 month grueling battle with stage 4 prostate cancer. Only a marine would get diagnosed at stage 4 and decide to fight it for 18 months, and still smoke heaters through the whole process.