I tried everything but nothing worked in the past few months. It seemed like I was under the spell of a sleep fairy and she didn’t spare me any mercy. I moved to another country as advised by my doctor brother and we also had the interiors of my new home changed to help induce sleep. We bought a new bed, a new mattress, and a cat to keep me company. How could I be so unlucky at 29 years old? Am I the only best selling author that was alone and unhappy?