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After a couple of months spent duking it out with insomnia, I finally listened to my girlfriend and went to a doctor for help. We’d just moved to a new state, so the physician assigned to me through my new insurance plan didn’t know me. In the sunlit waiting room, I rubbed my eyes over and over again as if the futile action would replace some of the sleep I’d lost the night before.