If you have always wondered about what sleep deprivation does to your body......wonder no more. The article below from The Atlantic shows how lack of sleep decays both the mind and the body. Now that you know why sleep is so necessary, you will think twice about having all nighters and catch up with your sleep during he weekend.
Here is the article from The Atlantic:
How Sleep Deprivation Decays the Mind and Body
Getting too little sleep can have serious health consequences, including depression, weight gain, and heart disease. It is torture. I know.
SETH MAXON | DEC 30 2013
I awoke in a bed for the first time in days. My joints ached and my eyelids, which had been open for so long, now lay heavy as old hinges above my cheekbones. I wore two pieces of clothing: an assless gown and a plastic bracelet.
I remembered the hallway I had been wheeled down, and the doctor’s office where I told the psychiatrist he was the devil, but not this room. I forced myself up and stumbled, grabbing the chair and the bathroom doorknob for balance. I made it to the toilet, then threw water on my face at the sink, staring into the mirror in the little lavatory. My tousled hair shot out around my puffy face; my head throbbed. I looked hungover.
In those first moments, I remembered the basics about what had landed me in the hospital: Some pseudo-philosophical ranting and flailing brought on by a poorly executed experiment to see how long I could last without sleep.
I was 18, in Italy, on a school-sponsored trip with that pompously misnamed group for American teens who earn As and Bs, the National Honor Society. I stayed up writing all night, and the next morning, on little more than impulse, I decided to go for it.
Why? There are a few layers of “why,” and I will mine them later.
Read more from The Atlantic >>
Here is the article from The Atlantic:
How Sleep Deprivation Decays the Mind and Body
Getting too little sleep can have serious health consequences, including depression, weight gain, and heart disease. It is torture. I know.
SETH MAXON | DEC 30 2013
I awoke in a bed for the first time in days. My joints ached and my eyelids, which had been open for so long, now lay heavy as old hinges above my cheekbones. I wore two pieces of clothing: an assless gown and a plastic bracelet.
I remembered the hallway I had been wheeled down, and the doctor’s office where I told the psychiatrist he was the devil, but not this room. I forced myself up and stumbled, grabbing the chair and the bathroom doorknob for balance. I made it to the toilet, then threw water on my face at the sink, staring into the mirror in the little lavatory. My tousled hair shot out around my puffy face; my head throbbed. I looked hungover.
In those first moments, I remembered the basics about what had landed me in the hospital: Some pseudo-philosophical ranting and flailing brought on by a poorly executed experiment to see how long I could last without sleep.
I was 18, in Italy, on a school-sponsored trip with that pompously misnamed group for American teens who earn As and Bs, the National Honor Society. I stayed up writing all night, and the next morning, on little more than impulse, I decided to go for it.
Why? There are a few layers of “why,” and I will mine them later.
Read more from The Atlantic >>
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