I used to lie in bed for over two hours every night, staring at the ceiling while my mind raced through tomorrow's to-do list, last week's conversations, and worries I couldn't shake. Sound familiar? At 54, I thought sleepless nights were just part of getting older. My doctor said it was "normal" for women my age. My friends all complained about the same thing. But lying awake until 2 AM, then dragging myself through the next day on three cups of coffee? That didn't feel normal to me. The breaking point came on a Tuesday night last spring. I'd been in bed since 10:30 PM, and at 1:47 AM (yes, I was clock-watching), I was still wide awake. My husband was snoring peacefully beside me while I mentally reorganized my kitchen cabinets for the third time that week. I felt exhausted but completely wired – that awful combination that seems to hit us after 50. That's when I decided enough was enoug...