Thursday, July 03, 2025

Trump’s Team Is Lying About Iran’s WM

 

The only thing lower than lying about what you accomplished in a war is hiding behind the people who actually accomplished it.

Trump’s Team Is Lying About Iran’s WMD

He savaged Bush for distorting intelligence and overselling the military’s initial success in Iraq. Now Trump and his team are doing the same in Iran.

 

Will Saletan

Jul 02, 2025

 

IN 2016, DONALD TRUMP REBUKED George W. Bush for peddling erroneous intelligence and false assurances about the war in Iraq. He accused Bush of deliberately misrepresenting Iraq’s nuclear weapons program, and he mocked Bush’s premature “Mission Accomplished” speech.

Bush and his administration “lied,” Trump charged at a Republican presidential debate in February 2016. “They said there were weapons of mass destruction. There were none. And they knew there were none.”

Two days after that debate, Trump derided the May 2003 speech in which Bush infamously proclaimed that “major combat operations in Iraq have ended” and “the United States and our allies have prevailed.” Trump recalled that Bush had stood on an “aircraft carrier saying all sorts of wonderful things, how the war was essentially over. Guess what? Not over.”

Nine years later, Trump is doing what he accused Bush of doing. He has launched a preemptive military strike, this time in Iran. He has defended the strike by misrepresenting intelligence. He has prematurely declared the mission a total victory. And he is impugning the patriotism of anyone who challenges his lies.

ON JUNE 21, AFTER A WEEK of war between Israel and Iran, the United States bombed three Iranian nuclear sites. Three hours later, Trump went on TV and announced that “Iran’s key nuclear enrichment facilities have been completely and totally obliterated.” The claim was absurd—the damage couldn’t have been assessed that quickly, and the operation hadn’t even targeted most of Iran’s enriched uranium—but Trump repeated it on June 22June 25June 26June 27, and June 29.

Trump’s senior officials joined him in the lie. “Iran’s nuclear program is obliterated,” said Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth on June 25. “This was complete and total obliteration,” said Secretary of State Marco Rubio. “There’s no doubt that it was obliterated,” said Steve Witkoff, Trump’s Middle East envoy, referring to Iran’s underground nuclear site at Fordo.

“Obliterate” wasn’t just rhetoric. Trump was literally insisting that the three sites and Iran’s whole program had been annihilated. “It was my great honor to Destroy All Nuclear facilities & capability,” he wrote in a Truth Social post on June 24. At the White House, he said of Fordo: “That place is gone. . . . That place is gone.”

The myth of total destruction was important because it underpinned Trump’s second lie: that no further negotiations or military operations were necessary to curtail the nuclear program. “I don't care if I have an agreement or not” with Iran, the president told reporters at a NATO meeting on June 25. “We destroyed the nuclear,” he explained. “We blew it up. It’s blown up to kingdom come.”

Nor would America have to bomb Iran again. At a June 25 press conference with NATO Secretary General Mark Rutte, a reporter asked Trump: “If the Iranians do rebuild, would the United States strike again?” Trump dismissed the question. “Sure,” he scoffed, “but I’m not going to have to worry about that. It’s gone for years.”

The basis of these assurances, Trump explained, wasn’t just the totality of the destruction. It was that Iran, according to Trump, was so devastated, exhausted, and demoralized that it no longer wanted to develop nuclear weapons. “They don’t even want to think about nuclear,” he told reporters aboard Air Force One on June 24. At the press conference with Rutte, the president added: “I don’t think they’ll ever do it again. . . . I think they’ve had it. The last thing they want to do is enrich.”

IN ONE VENUE AFTER ANOTHER, reporters pressed Trump about evidence that his assurances were false or baseless. He refused to listen. For example, after the bombing, Iran’s foreign ministry reaffirmed that its nuclear enrichment program would continue. But on June 25, when a reporter asked Trump about those statements, he dismissed them. “The last thing they want to do is enrich anything right now,” he repeated. “No, they won’t do that.”

On June 27, in a Fox News interview, Maria Bartiromo questioned Trump about reports, apparently sourced to Israeli intelligence, that Iran had moved nearly 900 pounds of enriched uranium out of Fordo before the bombing. Trump waved off that possibility. “They didn’t move anything,” he insisted. Two days later, when a reporter asked about Pickaxe Mountain, another of the sites where satellite imagery suggested enriched uranium might be stored, Trump returned to his mantra that Iran had no interest in continuing such work: “The last thing they’re thinking about right now is enriched uranium. They’re not thinking about it.”

Meanwhile, the president made up stories about various damage assessments. On June 25, at a press conference with Dutch Prime Minister Dick Schoof, Trump declared that “the high commission of Iran just said it [Fordo] was totally demolished.” No such commission exists, and statements from Iran’s government have said no such thing.

On Truth Social, Trump announced, “Israel just stated that the Nuclear Sites were OBLITERATED!” But Israel’s actual assessments, quoted in a White House fact sheet, made no such boast. Officially, the Israel Atomic Energy Commission said Israeli and American strikes had “set back Iran’s ability to develop nuclear weapons by many years.” Unofficially, Israeli officials told reporters that the extent of damage at the three targeted sites was unknown.

As Trump spewed his fictions and embellishments, he blithely contradicted himself. In the press conference with Rutte, he said of Fordo: “Iran went down to the site afterwards. They said it’s so devastated. . . . Two Iranians went down to see it, and they called back, and they said, ‘This place is gone.’” But two minutes later, Trump mentioned that “nobody can get in to see” the facility’s underground chambers, because “the tunnels are totally collapsed.”

In his interview with Bartiromo, Trump said Iran wouldn’t have moved enriched uranium out of Fordo before the bombing, because it hadn’t expected the site to be attacked. “Nobody thought we’d go after that site, because everybody said that site is impenetrable,” he explained. But seconds later—apparently forgetting or not caring that he had just brushed off the idea of Iranian preparations—he claimed that vehicles spotted at Fordo in the days before the strike were there “to seal up the entrance” with concrete.

Trump also alluded to unspecified intelligence that supposedly vindicated his boasts. At the NATO meeting, he said of Fordo: “We’ve collected additional intelligence. We’ve also spoken to people [who] have seen the site. And the site is obliterated.” He posted the same statement, again without evidence, on Truth Social. The next day, at a White House event, he asserted that “the target has now been proven to be obliterated, just as we said.”

TRUMP IS LYING. A week and a half after the bombing, he has offered no such proof. Instead, his flunkies have issued empty statements claiming, with zero discernible evidence, that “new intelligence” or “credible intelligence” backs him up. The charlatan who accused Bush of politicizing intelligence and lying about weapons of mass destruction is politicizing intelligence and lying about weapons of mass destruction.

But that’s not the worst of it. The worst part is that Trump, like Bush, is suggesting that anyone who disputes the president’s statements about a war is sabotaging America’s armed forces.

In 2005, as the Iraq war soured and the purported Iraqi nukes failed to turn up, Democrats accused Bush of having manipulated intelligence to justify the war. Bush responded by challenging his opponents’ patriotism. Their accusations of manipulation “send the wrong signal to our troops,” the president warned. “As our troops fight a ruthless enemy determined to destroy our way of life, they deserve to know that their elected leaders who voted to send them to war continue to stand behind them.”

Vice President Dick Cheney joined Bush in this flag-waving counterattack. “American soldiers and Marines are out there every day in dangerous conditions,” he fumed, while “back home, a few opportunists are suggesting they were sent into battle for a lie.” One could argue, said Cheney—pretending not to endorse this argument himself—that the “untruthful charges against the commander-in-chief have an insidious effect on the war effort.”

Trump, having rebuked Bush and Cheney, is now copying their tactic of hiding behind the troops. At the NATO meeting, he called journalists “scum” for reporting, accurately, that according to a preliminary U.S. intelligence assessment, the damage from the Iran strike was limited. He accused the press of “hurting” the mission’s pilots by “trying to minimize the attack.” And he said CNN’s Natasha Bertrand, one of the first reporters to reveal the assessment, “should be FIRED” for denying the truth—“TOTAL OBLITERATION!”­­—and for “attempting to destroy our Patriot Pilots by making them look bad.”

Hegseth went further. At a Pentagon briefing, he lambasted journalists for challenging Trump’s tale of obliteration. “You, the press corps . . . It’s like in your DNA and in your blood to cheer against Trump,” the defense secretary raged. He accused reporters of trying “to cause doubt and manipulate the mind, the public mind, over whether or not our brave pilots were successful. . . . You’re undermining the success of incredible B-2 pilots.”

Spare us the sanctimony. These lectures about undermining America’s warriors aren’t patriotic. They’re cynical and dishonest. The only thing lower than lying about what you accomplished in a war is hiding behind the people who actually accomplished it.

ERIK WEMPLE

 


Opinion

Erik Wemple

Paramount betrays ‘60 Minutes’ and the rest of us

Parent company caves to baseless suit by Donald Trump.

July 2, 2025 at 5:06 p.m. EDTToday at 5:06 p.m. EDT

 

On Nov. 3, a top lawyer for CBS News wrote to a lawyer representing Donald Trump in a baseless suit against CBS News. “We urge your client to voluntarily dismiss the complaint for the reasons set out below and, should he refuse to do so,” wrote the CBS News lawyer, “we reserve the right to seek sanctions and damages against him.”

 

Bravo!

 

On Tuesday night came the news that Paramount had agreed to pay $16 million to settle the suit, which stemmed from a “60 Minutes” interview with then-vice president and Democratic presidential nominee Kamala Harris. The money, which covers the president’s legal fees and costs, will go to his future presidential library.

 

What happened between disputation and capitulation? Way too much, that’s what.

 

Paramount, the parent company of CBS News and “60 Minutes,” is working on a merger with Hollywood studio Skydance, a transaction that requires the approval of the Trump administration’s Federal Communications Commission. A view had taken root at Paramount that the case could thwart merger approval, though there were concerns that paying too much would expose officers to bribery allegations. Sen. Elizabeth Warren (D-Massachusetts) has already called for an investigation into “whether or not any anti-bribery laws were broken.”

 

After “60 Minutes” executive producer Bill Owens in April announced his resignation, correspondent Scott Pelley said on air, “Our parent company, Paramount, is trying to complete a merger. The Trump administration must approve it. Paramount began to supervise our content in new ways. None of our stories has been blocked, but Bill felt he lost the independence that honest journalism requires.”

 

Honest journalism requires noting that Paramount’s leaders will never, ever hear the end of this abject decision. Nor should they. Much has been made in the recent past about attacks on the First Amendment, whether it’s the administration’s expulsion of the Associated Press from the White House press pool because it won’t swallow “Gulf of America” (a dispute that’s tied up in the courts); the targeting of student protesters for their speech; attacks on lawyers for their past work; or any number of actions seeking to snuff diversity language from the handbooks of corporate America.

 

Yet the First Amendment withers, too, when it’s not called into action under trying circumstances. That’s the sin of Paramount. Though lawyers for CBS News cited First Amendment protections in court filings, Paramount caved prematurely and completely, leaving the impression that our legal protections may not have been equal to the task. Is it possible to malign the First Amendment itself?

 

“Look, companies often settle litigation to avoid the high and somewhat unpredictable cost of legal defense, the risk of an adverse judgment that could result in significant financial as well as reputational damage, and the disruption to business operations that prolonged legal battles can cause,” said Paramount co-CEO George Cheeks, according to the Hollywood Reporter. “A settlement offers a negotiated resolution that allows companies to focus on their core objectives, rather than being mired in uncertainty and distraction.”

 

Aside from the details above, there are other important considerations in Trump et al v. CBS Broadcasting Inc. et al. Trump’s complaint sought relief over a “60 Minutes” interview with Harris by correspondent Bill Whitaker, in which he asked Harris about the crisis in the Middle East. Harris gave an extended answer, a longer part of which CBS News broadcast on “Face the Nation” and a shorter part of which it broadcast on “60 Minutes.” The version on “Face the Nation” was a Harris “word salad,” argues the complaint, which insists that viewers were “deceived and misled by the astonishing contrast between the two versions” of Harris’ reply. Instead of suing CBS News for defamation — a common approach for parties aggrieved by media reports — Trump sued under a Texas consumer-protection statute and a federal statute governing false advertising — and he chose a venue perceived to be favorable to his chances in Amarillo, Texas.

 

In published reports, legal eagle after legal eagle has called the suit frivolous, though they’ve often been too polite. The Washington Post’s decency standards bar me from properly characterizing its worthlessness.

 

Context is required to understand just what Paramount executives have done here.

 

Three cases:

·         CNN in January settled a defamation case with Zachary Young, a security contractor who assisted companies in evacuating their personnel from Afghanistan. The settlement followed an adverse jury verdict that reflected some sloppy work and hostile behind-the-scenes communications at CNN.

·         ABC News settled a Trump defamation claim stemming from a segment in which anchor George Stephanopoulos articulated a technically inaccurate description of a civil jury finding against Trump in the E. Jean Carroll case.

·         Fox News famously paid out $787.5 million to resolve a suit by Dominion Voting Systems. The network’s airwaves carried commentary implicating the company in a scheme to steal the 2020 election from Trump.

See? You settle when you screw up.

 

CBS News did not screw up, however. The settlement doesn’t include an apology, and that’s because there is nothing to apologize for. Its actions under attack in the Trump suit are the subject of great reverence from the First Amendment. In the 1974 case Miami Herald Pub. Co. v. Tornillo, for instance, the Supreme Court considered a spat in which the Herald had declined to publish pushback by a politician to critical editorials — in violation of a Florida law requiring newspapers to offer space for such rebuttals. The high court knocked down the law because of its intrusion into the “function of editors in choosing what material goes into a newspaper and in deciding on the size and content of the paper and the treatment of public issues and officials.”

 

That very function — the one that happens many times a day at newspapers, radio stations, TV stations, networks, social media accounts, newsletters, whatever — is what Paramount failed to stick up for. It doesn’t deserve the likes of “60 Minutes.”

SARAH LONGWELL

 


Wednesday, July 02, 2025

Trump Met With Congress And Didn't Know What Was In BBB


Declining Trump Met With Congress And Didn't Know What Was In BBB

Trump hosted supposed moderate House Republicans trying to convince them to support his tax cuts for the rich, but multiple people said that the president appeared not to know what's in the bill.


The fact that there is a very different standard for Donald Trump than there has been for other presidents became evident once again, as Trump met with House Republican moderates in the Oval Office to try to get them to support his BBB tax cuts for the rich.

There was just one problem.

According to NOTUS, Trump didn’t seem to have a grasp on what was in his own bill:

Trump hosted a meeting with some moderates and some members of the Main Street Caucus on Wednesday, where he listened to concerns and touted the wins in the legislation, two sources told NOTUS.

But Trump still doesn’t seem to have a firm grasp about what his signature legislative achievement does. According to three sources with direct knowledge of the comments, the president told Republicans at this meeting that there are three things Congress shouldn’t touch if they want to win elections: Medicaid, Medicare and Social Security.

“But we’re touching Medicaid in this bill,” one member responded to Trump, according to the three sources.

The supposed Republican closer and dealmaker doesn’t seem to know what is in the bill that he is trying to convince House Republicans to put their careers on the line to support. 










Monday, June 30, 2025

Why Can’t Americans Sleep?

 

Why Can’t Americans Sleep?

Insomnia has become a public-health emergency.

By Jennifer Senior

June 30, 2025, 6 AM ET

 

Ilike to tell people that the night before I stopped sleeping, I slept. Not only that: I slept well. Years ago, a boyfriend of mine, even-keeled during the day but restless at night, told me how hard it was to toss and turn while I instantly sank into the crude, Neanderthal slumber of the dead. When I found a magazine job that allowed me to keep night-owl hours, my rhythms had the precision of an atomic clock. I fell asleep at 1 a.m. I woke up at 9 a.m. One to nine, one to nine, one to nine, night after night, day after day. As most researchers can tell you, this click track is essential to health outcomes: One needs consistent bedtimes and wake-up times. And I had them, naturally; when I lost my alarm clock, I didn’t bother getting another until I had an early-morning flight to catch.

Then, one night maybe two months before I turned 29, that vaguening sense that normal sleepers have when they’re lying in bed—their thoughts pixelating into surreal images, their mind listing toward unconsciousness—completely deserted me. How bizarre, I thought. I fell asleep at 5 a.m.

This started to happen pretty frequently. I had no clue why. The circumstances of my life, both personally and professionally, were no different from the week, month, or two months before—and my life was good. Yet I’d somehow transformed into an appliance without an off switch.

I saw an acupuncturist. I took Tylenol PM. I sampled a variety of supplements, including melatonin (not really appropriate, I’d later learn, especially in the megawatt doses Americans take—its real value is in resetting your circadian clock, not as a sedative). I ran four miles every day, did breathing exercises, listened to a meditation tape a friend gave me. Useless.

I finally caved and saw my general practitioner, who prescribed Ambien, telling me to feel no shame if I needed it every now and then. But I did feel shame, lots of shame, and I’d always been phobic about drugs, including recreational ones. And now … a sedative? (Two words for you: Judy Garland.) It was only when I started enduring semiregular involuntary all-nighters—which I knew were all-nighters, because I got out of bed and sat upright through them, trying to read or watch TV—that I capitulated. I couldn’t continue to stumble brokenly through the world after nights of virtually no sleep.

I hated Ambien. One of the dangers with this strange drug is that you may do freaky things at 4 a.m. without remembering, like making a stack of peanut-butter sandwiches and eating them. That didn’t happen to me (I don’t think?), but the drug made me squirrelly and tearful. I stopped taking it. My sleep went back to its usual syncopated disaster.

In Sleepless: A Memoir of Insomnia, Marie Darrieussecq lists the thinkers and artists who have pondered the brutality of sleeplessness, and they’re distinguished company: Duras, Gide, Pavese, Sontag, Plath, Dostoyevsky, Murakami, Borges, Kafka. (Especially Kafka, whom she calls literature’s “patron saint” of insomniacs. “Dread of night,” he wrote. “Dread of not-night.”) Not to mention F. Scott Fitzgerald, whose sleeplessness was triggered by a single night of warfare with a mosquito.

But there was sadly no way to interpret my sleeplessness as a nocturnal manifestation of tortured genius or artistic brilliance. It felt as though I’d been poisoned. It was that arbitrary, that abrupt. When my insomnia started, the experience wasn’t just context-free; it was content-free. People would ask what I was thinking while lying wide awake at 4 a.m., and my answer was: nothing. My mind whistled like a conch shell.

But over time I did start thinking—or worrying, I should say, and then perseverating, and then outright panicking. At first, songs would whip through my head, and I couldn’t get the orchestra to pack up and go home. Then I started to fear the evening, going to bed too early in order to give myself extra runway to zonk out. (This, I now know, is a typical amateur’s move and a horrible idea, because the bed transforms from a zone of security into a zone of torment, and anyway, that’s not how the circadian clock works.) Now I would have conscious thoughts when I couldn’t fall asleep, which can basically be summarized as insomnia math: Why am I not falling asleep Dear God let me fall asleep Oh my God I only have four hours left to fall asleep oh my God now I only have three oh my God now two oh my God now just one.

“The insomniac is not so much in dialogue with sleep,” Darrieussecq writes, “as with the apocalypse.”

I would shortly discover that this cycle was textbook insomnia perdition: a fear of sleep loss that itself causes sleep loss that in turn generates an even greater fear of sleep loss that in turn generates even more sleep loss … until the next thing you know, you’re in an insomnia galaxy spiral, with a dark behavioral and psychological (and sometimes neurobiological) life of its own.

I couldn’t recapture my nights. Something that once came so naturally now seemed as impossible as flying. How on earth could this have happened? To this day, whenever I think about it, I still can’t believe it did.

In light of my tortured history with the subject, you can perhaps see why I generally loathe stories about sleep. What they’re usually about is the dangers of sleep loss, not sleep itself, and as a now-inveterate insomniac, I’ve already got a multivolume fright compendium in my head of all the terrible things that can happen when sleep eludes you or you elude it. You will die of a heart attack or a stroke. You will become cognitively compromised and possibly dement. Your weight will climb, your mood will collapse, the ramparts of your immune system will crumble. If you rely on medication for relief, you’re doing your disorder all wrong—you’re getting the wrong kind of sleep, an unnatural sleep, and addiction surely awaits; heaven help you and that horse of Xanax you rode in on.

It should go without saying that for some of us, knowledge is not power. It’s just more kindling.

The cultural discussions around sleep would be a lot easier if the tone weren’t quite so hectoring—or so smug. A case in point: In 2019, the neuroscientist Matthew Walker, the author of Why We Sleepgave a TED Talk that began with a cheerful disquisition about testicles. They are, apparently, “significantly smaller” in men who sleep five hours a night rather than seven or more, and that two-hour difference means lower testosterone levels too, equivalent to those of someone 10 years their senior. The consequences of short sleep for women’s reproductive systems are similarly dire.

“This,” Walker says just 54 seconds in, “is the best news that I have for you today.”

He makes good on his promise. What follows is the old medley of familiars, with added verses about inflammation, suicide, cancer. Walker’s sole recommendation at the end of his sermon is the catechism that so many insomniacs—or casual media consumers, for that matter—can recite: Sleep in a cool room, keep your bedtimes and wake-up times regular, avoid alcohol and caffeine. Also, don’t nap.

I will now say about Walker:

1. His book is in many ways quite wonderful—erudite and wide-ranging and written with a flaring energy when it isn’t excessively pleased with itself.

2. Both Why We Sleep and Walker’s TED Talk focus on sleep deprivation, not insomnia, with the implicit and sometimes explicit assumption that too many people choose to blow off sleep in favor of work or life’s various seductions.

If public awareness is Walker’s goal (certainly a virtuous one), he and his fellow researchers have done a very good job in recent years, with the enthusiastic assistance of my media colleagues, who clearly find stories about the hazards of sleep deprivation irresistible. (In the wine-dark sea of internet content, they’re click sirens.) Walker’s TED Talk has been viewed nearly 24 million times. “For years, we were fighting against ‘I’ll sleep when I’m dead,’ Aric Prather, the director of the behavioral-sleep-medicine research program at UC San Francisco, told me. “Now the messaging that sleep is a fundamental pillar of human health has really sunk in.”

Yet greater awareness of sleep deprivation’s consequences hasn’t translated into a better-rested populace. Data from the CDC show that the proportion of Americans reporting insufficient sleep held constant from 2013 through 2022, at roughly 35 percent. (From 2020 to 2022, as anxiety about the pandemic eased, the percentage actually climbed.)

So here’s the first question I have: In 2025, exactly how much of our “sleep opportunity,” as the experts call it, is under our control?

According to the most recent government data, 16.4 percent of American employees work nonstandard hours. (Their health suffers in every category—the World Health Organization now describes night-shift work as “probably carcinogenic.”) Adolescents live in a perpetual smog of sleep deprivation because they’re forced to rise far too early for school (researchers call their plight “social jet lag”); young mothers and fathers live in a smog of sleep deprivation because they’re forced to rise far too early (or erratically) for their kids; adults caring for aging parents lose sleep too. The chronically ill frequently can’t sleep. Same with some who suffer from mental illness, and many veterans, and many active-duty military members, and menopausal women, and perimenopausal women, and the elderly, the precariat, the poor.

“Sleep opportunity is not evenly distributed across the population,” Prather noted, and he suspects that this contributes to health disparities by class. In 2020, the National Center for Health Statistics found that the poorer Americans were, the greater their likelihood of reporting difficulty falling asleep. If you look at the CDC map of the United States’ most sleep-deprived communities, you’ll see that they loop straight through the Southeast and Appalachia. Black and Hispanic Americans also consistently report sleeping less, especially Black women.

Even for people who aren’t contending with certain immutables, the cadences of modern life have proved inimical to sleep. Widespread electrification laid waste to our circadian rhythms 100 years ago, when they lost any basic correspondence with the sun; now, compounding matters, we’re contending with the currents of a wired world. For white-collar professionals, it’s hard to imagine a job without the woodpecker incursions of email or weekend and late-night work. It’s hard to imagine news consumption, or even ordinary communication, without the overstimulating use of phones and computers. It’s hard to imagine children eschewing social media when it’s how so many of them socialize, often into the night, which means blue-light exposure, which means the suppression of melatonin. (Melatonin suppression obviously applies to adults too—it’s hardly like we’re avatars of discipline when it comes to screen time in bed.)

Most of us can certainly do more to improve or reclaim our sleep. But behavioral change is difficult, as anyone who’s vowed to lose weight can attest. And when the conversation around sleep shifts the onus to the individual—which, let’s face it, is the American way (we shift the burden of child care to the individual, we shift the burden of health care to the individual)—we sidestep the fact that the public and private sectors alike are barely doing a thing to address what is essentially a national health emergency.

Given that we’ve decided that an adequate night’s rest is a matter of individual will, I now have a second question: How are we to discuss those who are suffering not just from inadequate sleep, but from something far more severe? Are we to lecture them in the same menacing, moralizing way? If the burden of getting enough sleep is on us, should we consider chronic insomniacs—for whom sleep is a nightly gladiatorial struggle—the biggest failures in the armies of the underslept?

Those who can’t sleep suffer a great deal more than those gifted with sleep will ever know. Yet insomniacs frequently feel shame about the solutions they’ve sought for relief—namely, medication—likely because they can detect a subtle, judgmental undertone about this decision, even from their loved ones. Resorting to drugs means they are lazy, refusing to do simple things that might ease their passage into unconsciousness. It means they are neurotic, requiring pills to transport them into a natural state that every other animal on Earth finds without aid.

Might I suggest that these views are unenlightened? “In some respects, chronic insomnia is similar to where depression was in the past. We’d say, ‘Major depression’ and people would say, ‘Everybody gets down now and then,’ John Winkelman, a psychiatrist in the sleep-medicine division at Harvard Medical School, said at a panel I attended last summer. Darrieussecq, the author of Sleepless, puts it more bluntly: “I didnt sleep all night, sleepers say to insomniacs, who feel like replying that they haven’t slept all their life.”

The fact is, at least 12 percent of the U.S. population suffers from insomnia as an obdurate condition. Among Millennials, the number pops up to 15 percent. And 30 to 35 percent of Americans suffer from some of insomnia’s various symptoms—trouble falling asleep, trouble staying asleep, or waking too early—at least temporarily. In 2024, there were more than 2,500 sleep-disorder centers in the U.S. accredited by the American Academy of Sleep Medicine. Prather told me the wait time to get into his sleep clinic at UCSF is currently a year. “That’s better than it used to be,” he added. “Until a few months ago, our waitlist was closed. We couldn’t fathom giving someone a date.”

So what I’m hoping to do here is not write yet another reproachful story about sleep, plump with misunderstandings and myths. Fixing sleep—obtaining sleep—is a tricky business. The work it involves and painful choices it entails deserve nuanced examination. Contrary to what you might have read, our dreams are seldom in black and white.

Whenever I interviewed a clinician, psychiatrist, neuroscientist, or any other kind of expert for this story, I almost always opened with the same question: What dogma about sleep do you think most deserves to be questioned?

The most frequent answer, by a long chalk, is that we need eight hours of it. A fair number of studies, it turns out, show that mortality rates are lowest if a person gets roughly seven hours. Daniel F. Kripke, a psychiatrist at UC San Diego, published the most famous of these analyses in 2002, parsing a sample of 1.1 million individuals and concluding that those who reported more than eight hours of sleep a night experienced significantly increased mortality rates. According to Kripke’s work, the optimal sleep range was a mere 6.5 to 7.4 hours.

These numbers shouldn’t be taken as gospel. The relationship between sleep duration and health outcomes is a devil’s knot, though Kripke did his best to control for the usual confounds—age, sex, body-mass index. But he could not control for the factors he did not know. Perhaps many of the individuals who slept eight hours or more were doing so because they had an undetected illness, or an illness of greater severity than they’d realized, or other conditions Kripke hadn’t accounted for. The study was also observational, not randomized.

But even if they don’t buy Kripke’s data, sleep experts don’t necessarily believe that eight hours of sleep has some kind of mystical significance. Methodologically speaking, it’s hard to determine how much sleep, on average, best suits us, and let’s not forget the obvious: Sleep needs—and abilities—vary over the course of a lifetime, and from individual to individual. (There’s even an extremely rare species of people, known as “natural short sleepers,” associated with a handful of genes, who require only four to six hours a night. They tear through the world as if fired from a cannon.) Yet eight hours of sleep or else remains one of our culture’s most stubborn shibboleths, and an utter tyranny for many adults, particularly older ones.

“We have people coming into our insomnia clinic saying ‘I’m not sleeping eight hours’ when they’re 70 years of age,” Michael R. Irwin, a psychoneurologist at UCLA, told me. “And the average sleep in that population is less than seven hours. They attribute all kinds of things to an absence of sleep—decrements in cognitive performance and vitality, higher levels of fatigue—when often that’s not the case. I mean, people get older, and the drive to sleep decreases as people age.”

Another declaration I was delighted to hear: The tips one commonly reads to get better sleep are as insipid as they sound. “Making sure that your bedroom is cool and comfortable, your bed is soft, you have a new mattress and a nice pillow—it’s unusual that those things are really the culprit,” Eric Nofzinger, the former director of the sleep neuroimaging program at the University of Pittsburgh’s medical school, told me. “Most people self-regulate anyway. If they’re cold, they put on an extra blanket. If they’re too warm, they throw off the blanket.”

“Truthfully, there’s not a lot of data supporting those tips,” Suzanne Bertisch, a behavioral-sleep-medicine expert at Brigham and Women’s Hospital, in Boston, told me. That includes the proscription on naps, she added, quite commonly issued in her world. (In general, the research on naps suggests that short ones have beneficial outcomes and long ones have negative outcomes, but as always, cause and effect are difficult to disentangle: An underlying health condition could be driving those long naps.)

Even when they weren’t deliberately debunking the conventional wisdom about sleep, many of the scholars I spoke with mentioned—sometimes practically as an aside—facts that surprised or calmed. For instance: Many of us night owls have heard that the weather forecast for our old age is … well, cloudy, to be honest, with a late-afternoon chance of keeling over. According to one large analysis, we have a 10 percent increase in all-cause mortality over morning larks. But Jeanne Duffy, a neuroscientist distinguished for her expertise in human circadian rhythms at Brigham and Women’s, told me she suspected that this was mainly because most night owls, like most people, are obliged to rise early for their job.

So wait, I said. Was she implying that if night owls could contrive work-arounds to suit their biological inclination to go to bed late, the news probably wouldn’t be as grim?

“Yes,” she replied.

A subsequent study showed that the owl-lark mortality differential dwindled to nil when the authors controlled for lifestyle. Apparently owls are more apt to smoke, and to drink more. So if you’re an owl who’s repelled by Marlboros and Jameson, you’re fine.

Kelly Glazer Baron, the director of the behavioral-sleep-medicine program at the University of Utah, told me that she’d love it if patients stopped agonizing over the length of their individual sleep phases. I didn’t get enough deep sleep, they fret, thrusting their Apple Watch at her. I didn’t get enough REM. And yes, she said, insufficiencies in REM or slow-wave sleep can be a problem, especially if they reflect an underlying health issue. But clinics don’t look solely at sleep architecture when evaluating their patients.

“I often will show them my own data,” Baron said. “It always shows I don’t have that much deep sleep, which I find so weird, because I’m a healthy middle-aged woman.” In 2017, after observing these anxieties for years, Baron coined a term for sleep neuroticism brought about by wearables: orthosomnia.

But most surprising—to me, anyway—was what I heard about insomnia and the black dog. “There are far more studies indicating that insomnia causes depression than depression causes insomnia,” said Wilfred Pigeon, the director of the Sleep & Neurophysiology Research Laboratory at the University of Rochester. Which is not to say, he added, that depression can’t or doesn’t cause insomnia. These forces, in the parlance of health professionals, tend to be “bidirectional.”

But I can’t tell you how vindicating I found the idea that perhaps my own insomnia came first. A couple of years into my struggles with sleeplessness, a brilliant psychopharmacologist told me that my new condition had to be an episode of depression in disguise. And part of me thought, Sure, why not? A soundtrack of melancholy had been playing at a low hum inside my head from the time I was 10.

The thing was: I became outrageously depressed only after my insomnia began. That’s when that low hum started to blare at a higher volume. Until I stopped sleeping, I never suffered from any sadness so crippling that it prevented me from experiencing joy. It never impeded my ability to socialize or travel. It never once made me contemplate antidepressants. And it most certainly never got in the way of my sleeping. The precipitating factor in my own brutal insomnia was, and remains, an infuriating mystery.

Sleep professionals, I have learned, drink a lot of coffee. That was the first thing I noticed when I attended SLEEP 2024, the annual conference of the American Academy of Sleep Medicine, in Houston: coffee, oceans of it, spilling from silver urns, especially at the industry trade show. Wandering through it was a dizzying experience, a sprawling testament to the scale and skyscraping profit margins of Big Sleep. More than 150 exhibitors showed up. Sheep swag abounded. Drug reps were everywhere, their aggression tautly disguised behind android smiles, the meds they hawked called the usual names that look like high-value Scrabble words.

I’ve never understood this branding strategy, honestly. If you want your customers to believe they’re falling into a gentle, natural sleep, you should probably think twice before calling your drug Quviviq

I walked through the cavernous hall in a daze. It was overwhelming, really—the spidery gizmos affixed to armies of mannequins, the Times Square–style digital billboards screaming about the latest in sleep technology.

At some point it occurred to me that the noisy, overbusy, fluorescent quality of this product spectacular reminded me of the last place on Earth a person with a sleep disorder should be: a casino. The room was practically sunless. I saw very few clocks. After I spent an afternoon there, my circadian rhythms were shot to hell.

But the conference itself …! Extraordinary, covering miles of ground. I went to one symposium about “sleep deserts,” another about the genetics of sleep disturbance, and yet another about sleep and menopause. I walked into a colloquy about sleep and screens and had to take a seat on the floor because the room was bursting like a suitcase. Of most interest to me, though, were two panels, which I’ll shortly discuss: one about how to treat patients with anxiety from new-onset insomnia, and one on whether hypnotics are addictive.

My final stop at the trade fair was the alley of beauty products—relevant, I presume, because they address the aesthetic toll of sleep deprivation. Within five minutes, an energetic young salesman made a beeline for me, clearly having noticed that I was a woman of a certain age. He gushed about a $2,500 infrared laser to goose collagen production and a $199 medical-grade peptide serum that ordinarily retails for $1,100. I told him I’d try the serum. “Cheaper than Botox, and it does the same thing,” he said approvingly, applying it to the crow’s-feet around my eyes.

I stared in the mirror. Holy shit. The stuff was amazing.

“I’ll take it,” I told him.

He was delighted. He handed me a box. The serum came in a gold syringe.

“You’re a doctor, right?”

A beat.

“No,” I finally said. “A journalist. Can only a dermatologist—”

He told me it was fine; it’s just that doctors were his main customers. This was the sort of product women like me usually had to get from them. I walked away elated but queasy, feeling like a creep who’d evaded a background check by purchasing a Glock at a gun show.

The first line of treatment for chronic, intractable sleeplessness, per the American Academy of Sleep Medicine, is cognitive behavioral therapy for insomnia, or CBT-I. I’ve tried it, in earnest, at two different points in my life. It generally involves six to eight sessions and includes, at minimum: identifying the patient’s sleep-wake patterns (through charts, diaries, wearables); “stimulus control” (setting consistent bedtimes and wake-up times, resisting the urge to stare at the clock, delinking the bed from anything other than sleep and sex); establishing good sleep habits (the stuff of every listicle); “sleep restriction” (compressing your sleep schedule, then slowly expanding it over time); and “cognitive restructuring,” or changing unhealthy thoughts about sleep.

The cognitive-restructuring component is the most psychologically paradoxical. It means taking every terrifying thing you’ve ever learned about the consequences of sleeplessness and pretending you’ve never heard them.

I pointed this out to Wilfred Pigeon. “For the medically anxious, it’s tough,” he agreed. “We’re trying to tell patients two things at the same time: ‘You really need to get your sleep on track, or you will have a heart attack five years earlier than you otherwise would.’ But also: ‘Stop worrying about your sleep so much, because it’s contributing to your not being able to sleep.’ And they’re both true!”

Okay, I said. But if an insomniac crawls into your clinic after many years of not sleeping (he says people tend to wait about a decade), wouldn’t they immediately see that these two messages live in tension with each other? And dwell only on the heart attack?

“I tell the patient their past insomnia is water under the bridge,” Pigeon said. “We’re trying to erase the added risks that ongoing chronic insomnia will have. Just because a person has smoked for 20 years doesn’t mean they should keep smoking.”

He’s absolutely right. But I’m not entirely convinced that these incentives make the cognitive dissonance of CBT-I go away. When Sara Nowakowski, a CBT-I specialist at Baylor College of Medicine, gave her presentation at SLEEP 2024’s panel on anxiety and new-onset insomnia, she said that many of her patients start reciting the grim data from their Fitbits and talking about dementia.

That’s likely because they’ve read the studies. Rapid-eye-movement (REM) sleep, that vivid-dream stage when our eyes race beneath our eyelids like mice under a blanket, is essential to emotional regulation and problem-solving. Slow-wave sleep, our deepest sleep, is essential for repairing our cells, shoring up our immune systems, and rinsing toxins from our brains, thanks to a watery complex of micro-canals called the glymphatic system. We repair our muscles when we sleep. We restore our hearts. We consolidate memories and process knowledge, embedding important facts and disposing of trivial ones. We actually learn when we’re asleep.

Many insomniacs know all too well how nonnegotiably vital sleep is, and what the disastrous consequences are if you don’t get it. I think of the daredevil experiment that Nathaniel Kleitman, the father of sleep research, informally conducted as a graduate student in 1922, enlisting five classmates to join him in seeing how long they could stay awake. He lasted the longest—a staggering 115 hours—but at a terrible price, temporarily going mad with exhaustion, arguing on the fifth day with an imaginary foe about the need for organized labor. And I think of Allan Rechtschaffen, another pioneer in the field, who in 1989 had the fiendish idea to place rats on a spinning mechanism that forced them to stay awake if they didn’t want to drown. They eventually dropped dead.

So these are the kinds of facts a person doing CBT-I has to ignore.

Still. Whether a patient’s terrors concern the present or the future, it is the job of any good CBT-I practitioner to help fact-check or right-size them through Socratic questioning. During her panel at SLEEP 2024, Nowakowski gave very relatable examples:

When you’re struggling to fall asleep, what are you most worried will happen?

I’ll lose my job/scream at my kids/detonate my relationship/never be able to sleep again.

And what’s the probability of your not falling asleep?

I don’t sleep most nights.

And the probability of not functioning at work or yelling at the kids if you don’t?

Ninety percent.

She then tells her patients to go read their own sleep diary, which she’s instructed them to keep from the start. The numbers seldom confirm they’re right, because humans are monsters of misprediction. Her job is to get her patients to start decatastrophizing, which includes what she calls the “So what?” method: So what if you have a bad day at work or at home? You’ve had others. Will it be the end of the world? (When my second CBT-I therapist asked me this, I silently thought, Yes, because when I’m dangling at the end of my rope, I just spin more.) CBT-I addresses anxiety about not sleeping, which tends to be the real force that keeps insomnia airborne, regardless of what lofted it. The pre-sleep freaking out, the compulsive clock-watching, the bargaining, the middle-of-the-night doom-prophesizing, the despairing—CBT-I attempts to snip that loop. The patient actively learns new behaviors and attitudes to put an end to their misery.

But the main anchor of CBT-I is sleep-restriction therapy. I tried it back when I was 29, when I dragged my wasted self into a sleep clinic in New York; I’ve tried it once since. I couldn’t stick with it either time.

The concept is simple: You severely limit your time in bed, paring away every fretful, superfluous minute you’d otherwise be awake. If you discover from a week’s worth of sleep-diary entries (or your wearable) that you spend eight hours buried in your duvet but sleep for only five of them, you consolidate those splintered hours into one bloc of five, setting the same wake-up time every day and going to bed a mere five hours before. Once you’ve averaged sleeping those five hours for a few days straight, you reward your body by going to bed 15 minutes earlier. If you achieve success for a few days more, you add another 15 minutes. And then another … until you’re up to whatever the magic number is for you.

No napping. The idea is to build up enough “sleep pressure” to force your body to collapse in surrender.

Sleep restriction can be a wonderful method. But if you have severe insomnia, the idea of reducing your sleep time is petrifying. Technically, I suppose, you’re not really reducing your sleep time; you’re just consolidating it. But practically speaking, you are reducing your sleep, at least in the beginning, because dysregulated sleep isn’t an accordion, obligingly contracting itself into a case. Contracting it takes time, or at least it did for me. The process was murder.

“If you get people to really work their way through it—and sometimes that takes holding people’s hands—it ends up being more effective than a pill,” Ronald Kessler, a renowned psychiatric epidemiologist at Harvard, told me when I asked him about CBT-I. The problem is the formidable size of that if. “CBT-I takes a lot more work than taking a pill. So a lot of people drop out.”

They do. One study I perused had an attrition rate of 40 percent.

Twenty-six years ago, I, too, joined the legions of the quitters. In hindsight, my error was my insistence on trying this grueling regimen without a benzodiazepine (Valium, Ativan, Xanax), though my doctor had recommended that I start one. But I was still afraid of drugs in those days, and I was still in denial that I’d become hostage to my own brain’s terrorism. I was sure that I still had the power to negotiate. Competence had until that moment defined my whole life. I persuaded the doctor to let me try without drugs.

As she’d predicted, I failed. The graphs in my sleep diary looked like volatile weeks on the stock exchange.

For the first time ever, I did need an antidepressant. The doctor wrote me a prescription for Paxil and a bottle of Xanax to use until I got up to cruising altitude—all SSRIs take a while to kick in.

I didn’t try sleep restriction again until many years later. Paxil sufficed during that time; it made me almost stupid with drowsiness. I was sleepy at night and vague during the day. I needed Xanax for only a couple of weeks, which was just as well, because I didn’t much care for it. The doctor had prescribed too powerful a dose, though it was the smallest one. I was such a rookie with drugs in those days that it never occurred to me I could just snap the pill in half.

Have I oversimplified the story of my insomnia? Probably. At the top of the SLEEP 2024 panel about anxiety and new-onset insomnia, Leisha Cuddihy, a director at large for the Society of Behavioral Sleep Medicine, said something that made me wince—namely, that her patients “have a very vivid perception of pre-insomnia sleep being literally perfect: ‘I’ve never had a bad night of sleep before now.’

Okay, guilty as charged. While it’s true that I’d slept brilliantly (and I stand by this, brilliantly) in the 16 years before I first sought help, I was the last kid to fall asleep at slumber parties when I was little. Cuddihy also said that many of her patients declare they’re certain, implacably certain, that they are unfixable. “They feel like something broke,” she said.

Which is what I wrote just a few pages back. Poisoned, broke, same thing.

By the time Cuddihy finished speaking, I had to face an uncomfortable truth: I was a standard-issue sleep-clinic zombie.

But when patients say they feel like something broke inside their head, they aren’t necessarily wrong. An insomniac’s brain does change in neurobiological ways.

“There is something in the neurons that’s changing during sleep in patients with significant sleep disruptions,” said Eric Nofzinger, who, while at the University of Pittsburgh, had one of the world’s largest databases of brain-imaging studies of sleeping human beings. “If you’re laying down a memory, then that circuitry is hardwired for that memory. So one can imagine that if your brain is doing this night after night …”

We know that the hypothalamic-pituitary-adrenal axis, our body’s first responder to stress, is overactivated in the chronically underslept. If the insomniac suffers from depression, their REM phase tends to be longer and more “dense,” with the limbic system (the amygdala, the hippocampus—where our primal drives are housed) going wild, roaring its terrible roars and gnashing its terrible teeth. (You can imagine how this would also make depressives subconsciously less motivated to sleep—who wants to face their Gorgon dreams?) Insomniacs suffering from anxiety experience this problem too, though to a lesser degree; it’s their deep sleep that’s mainly affected, slimming down and shallowing out.

And in all insomniacs, throughout the night, the arousal centers of the brain keep clattering away, as does the prefrontal cortex (in charge of planning, decision making), whereas in regular sleepers, these buzzing regions go offline. “So when someone with insomnia wakes up the next morning and says, ‘I don’t think I slept at all last night,’ in some respects, that’s true,” Nofzinger told me. “Because the parts of the brain that should have been resting did not.”

And why didn’t they rest? The insomniac can’t say. The insomniac feels at once responsible and helpless when it comes to their misery: I must be to blame. But I can’t be to blame. The feeling that sleeplessness is happening to you, not something you’re doing to yourself, sends you on a quest for nonpsychological explanations: Lots of physiological conditions can cause sleep disturbances, can’t they? Obstructive sleep apnea, for instance, which afflicts nearly 30 million Americans. Many autoimmune diseases, too. At one point, I’ll confess that I started asking the researchers I spoke with whether insomnia itself could be an autoimmune disorder, because that’s what it feels like to me—as if my brain is going after itself with brickbats.

“Narcolepsy appears to be an example of a sleep disorder involving the immune system,” Andrew Krystal, a psychiatrist specializing in sleep disorders at UCSF, told me.

What? I said. Really?

Really, he replied. “There are few things I know of,” he said, “that are as complicated as the mammalian immune system.”

But insomnia-as-autoimmune-disorder is only a wisp of a theory, a wish of a theory, nothing more. In her memoir, The Shapeless Unease: A Year of Not Sleeping, the novelist Samantha Harvey casts around for a physiological explanation, too. But after she completes a battery of tests, the results come back normal, pointing to “what I already know,” she writes, “which is that my sleeplessness is psychological. I must carry on being the archaeologist of myself, digging around, seeing if I can excavate the problem and with it the solution—when in truth I am afraid of myself, not of what I might uncover, but of managing to uncover nothing.”

I didn’t tolerate my Paxil brain for long. I weaned myself off, returned to normal for a few months, and assumed that my sleeplessness had been a freak event, like one of those earthquakes in a city that never has them. But then my sleep started to slip away again, and by age 31, I couldn’t recapture it without chemical assistance. Prozac worked for years on its own, but it blew out whatever circuit in my brain generates metaphors. When I turned to the antidepressants that kept the electricity flowing, I needed sleep medication too—proving, to my mind, that melancholy couldn’t have been the mother of my sleep troubles, but the lasting result of them. I’ve used the lowest dose of Klonopin to complement my SSRIs for years. In times of acute stress, I need a gabapentin or a Unisom too.

Unisom is fine. Gabapentin also turns my mind into an empty prairie.

Edibles, which I’ve also tried, turn my brain to porridge the next day. Some evidence suggests that cannabis works as a sleep aid, but more research, evidently, is required. (Sorry.)

Which brings me to the subject of drugs. I come neither to praise nor to bury them. But I do come to reframe the discussion around them, inspired by what a number of researcher-clinicians said about hypnotics and addiction during the SLEEP 2024 panel on the subject. They started with a simple question: How do you define addiction?

It’s true that many of the people who have taken sleep medications for months or years rely on them. Without them, the majority wouldn’t sleep, at least in the beginning, and a good many would experience rebound insomnia if they didn’t wean properly, which can be even worse. One could argue that this dependence is tantamount to addiction.

But: We don’t say people are addicted to their hypertension medication or statins, though we know that in certain instances lifestyle changes could obviate the need for either one. We don’t say people are addicted to their miracle GLP-1 agonists just because they could theoretically diet and exercise to lose weight. We agree that they need them. They’re on Lasix. On Lipitor. On Ozempic. Not addicted to.

Yet we still think of sleep medications as “drugs,” a word that in this case carries a whiff of stigma—partly because mental illness still carries a stigma, but also because sleep medications legitimately do have the potential for recreational use and abuse.

But is that what most people who suffer from sleep troubles are doing? Using their Sonata or Ativan for fun?

“If you see a patient who’s been taking medication for a long time,” Tom Roth, the founder of the Sleep Disorders and Research Center at Henry Ford Hospital, said during the panel, “you have to think, ‘Are they drug-seeking or therapy-seeking?’ The overwhelming majority, he and other panelists noted, are taking their prescription drugs for relief, not kicks. They may depend on them, but theyre not abusing themby taking them during the day, say, or for purposes other than sleep.

Still, let’s posit that many long-term users of sleep medication do become dependent. Now let’s consider another phenomenon commonly associated with reliance on sleep meds: You enter Garland and Hendrix territory in a hurry. First you need one pill, then you need two; eventually you need a fistful with a fifth of gin.

Yet a 2024 cohort study, which involved nearly 1 million Danes who used benzodiazepines long-term, found that of those who used them for three years or more—67,398 people, to be exact—only 7 percent exceeded their recommended dose.

Not a trivial number, certainly, if you’re staring across an entire population. But if you’re evaluating the risk of taking a hypnotic as an individual, you’d be correct to assume that your odds of dose escalation are pretty low.

That there’s a difference between abuse and dependence, that dependence doesn’t mean a mad chase for more milligrams, that people depend on drugs for a variety of other naturally reversible conditions and don’t suffer any stigma—these nuances matter.

“Using something where the benefits outweigh the side effects certainly is not addiction,” Winkelman, the Harvard psychiatrist and chair of the panel, told me when we spoke a few months later. “I call that treatment.”

The problem, he told me, is when the benefits stop outweighing the downsides. “Let’s say the medication loses efficacy over time.” Right. That 7 percent. And over-the-counter sleep meds, whose active component is usually diphenhydramine (more commonly known as Benadryl), are potentially even more likely to lose their efficacy—the American Academy of Sleep Medicine advises against them. “And let’s say you did stop your medication,” Winkelman continued. “Your sleep could be worse than it was before you started it,” at least for a while. “People should know about that risk.”

A small but even more hazardous risk: a seizure, for those who abruptly stop taking high doses of benzodiazepines after they’ve been on them for a long period of time. The likelihood is low—the exact percentage is almost impossible to ascertain—but any risk of a seizure is worth knowing about. “And are you comfortable with the idea that the drug could irrevocably be changing your brain?” Winkelman asked. “The brain is a machine, and you’re exposing it to the repetitive stimulus of the drug.” Then again, he pointed out, you know what else is a repetitive stimulus? Insomnia.

“So should these things even be considered a part of an addiction?” he asked. “At what point does a treatment become an addiction? I don’t know.”

Calvinist about sleep meds, blasé about sleep meds—whatever you are, the fact remains: We’re a nation that likes them. According to a 2020 report from the National Center for Health Statistics, 8.4 percent of Americans take sleep medications most nights or every night, and an additional 10 percent take them on some. Part of the reason medication remains so popular is that it’s easy for doctors to prescribe a pill and give a patient immediate relief, which is often what patients are looking for, especially if they’re in extremis or need some assistance through a rough stretch. CBT‑I, as Ronald Kessler noted, takes time to work. Pills don’t.

But another reason, as Suzanne Bertisch pointed out during the addiction-and-insomnia-meds panel, is that “primary-care physicians don’t even know what CBT-I is. This is a failure of our field.”

Even if general practitioners did know about CBT-I, too few therapists are trained in it, and those who are tend to have fully saturated schedules. The military, unsurprisingly, has tried to work around this problem (sleep being crucial to soldiers, sedatives being contraindicated in warfare) with CBT-I via video as well as an online program, both shown to be efficacious. But most of us are not in the Army. And while some hospitals, private companies, and the military have developed apps for CBT-I too, most people don’t know about them.

For years, medication has worked for me. I’ve stopped beating myself up about it. If the only side effect I’m experiencing from taking 0.5 milligrams of Klonopin is being dependent on 0.5 milligrams of Klonopin, is that really such a problem?

There’s been a lot of confusing noise about sleep medication over the years. “Weak science, alarming FDA black-box warnings, and media reporting have fueled an anti-benzodiazepine movement,” says an editorial in the March 2024 issue of The American Journal of Psychiatry. “This has created an atmosphere of fear and stigma among patients, many of whom can benefit from such medications.”

A case in point: For a long time, the public believed that benzodiazepines dramatically increased the risk of Alzheimer’s disease, thanks to a 2014 study in the British Medical Journal that got the usual five-alarm-fire treatment by the media. Then, two years later, another study came along, also in the British Medical Journal, saying, Never mind, nothing to see here, folks; there appears to be no causal relationship we can discern.

That study may one day prove problematic, too. But the point is: More work needs to be done.

A different paper, however—again by Daniel Kripke, the fellow who argued that seven hours of sleep a night predicted the best health outcomes—may provide more reason for concern. In a study published in 2012, he looked at more than 10,000 people on a variety of sleep medications and found that they were several times more likely to die within 2.5 years than a matched cohort, even when controlling for a range of culprits: age, sex, alcohol use, smoking status, body-mass index, prior cancer. Those who took as few as 18 pills a year had a 3.6-fold increase. (Those who took more than 132 had a 5.3-fold one.)

John Winkelman doesn’t buy it. “Really,” he told me, “what makes a lot more sense is to ask, ‘Why did people take these medications in the first place?’ And for what its worth, a 2023 study funded by the National Institute on Drug Abuse and published in the Journal of the American Medical Association found that people on stable, long-term doses of a benzodiazepine who go off their medication have worse mortality rates in the following 12 months than those who stay on it. So maybe you’re damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

Still, I take Kripke’s study seriously. Because … well, Christ, I don’t know. Emotional reasons? Because other esteemed thinkers still think there’s something to it?

In my own case, the most compelling reasons to get off medication are the more mundane ones: the scratchy little cognitive impairments it can cause during the day, the risk of falls as you get older. (I should correct myself here: Falling when you’re older has the potential to be not mundane, but very bad.) Medications can also cause problems with memory as one ages, even if they don’t cause Alzheimer’s, and the garden-variety brain termites of middle and old age are bummer enough.

And maybe most generally: Why have a drug in your system if you can learn to live without it?

My suspicion is that most people who rely on sleep drugs would prefer natural sleep.

So yes: I’d love to one day make a third run at CBT-I, with the hope of weaning off my medication, even if it means going through a hell spell of double exhaustion. CBT-I is a skill, something I could hopefully deploy for the rest of my life. Something I can’t accidentally leave on my bedside table.

Some part of me, the one that’s made of pessimism, is convinced that it won’t work no matter how long I stick with it. But Michael Irwin, at UCLA, told me something reassuring: His research suggests that if you have trouble with insomnia or difficulty maintaining your sleep, mindfulness meditation while lying in bed can be just as effective as climbing out of bed, sitting in a chair, and waiting until you’re tired enough to crawl back in—a pillar of CBT‑I, and one that I absolutely despise. I do it sometimes, because I know I should, but it’s lonely and freezing, a form of banishment.

And if CBT-I doesn’t work, Michael Grandner, the director of the sleep-and-health-research program at the University of Arizona, laid out an alternative at SLEEP 2024: acceptance and commitment therapy, or ACT. The basic idea is exactly what the name suggests. You accept your lot. You change exactly nothing. If you can’t sleep, or you can’t sleep enough, or you can sleep only in a broken line, you say, This is one of those things I can’t control. (One could see how such a mantra might help a person sleep, paradoxically.) You then isolate what matters to you. Being functional the next day? Being a good parent? A good friend? If sleep is the metaphorical wall you keep ramming your head against, “is your problem the wall?” Grandner asked. “Or is your problem that you can’t get beyond the wall, and is there another way?”

Because there often is another way. To be a good friend, to be a good parent, to be who and whatever it is you most value—you can live out a lot of those values without adequate sleep. “When you look at some of these things,” Grandner said, “what you find is that the pain”—of not sleeping—“is actually only a small part of what is getting in the way of your life. It’s really less about the pain itself and more about the suffering around the pain, and that’s what we can fix.”

Even as I type, I’m skeptical of this method too. My insomnia was so extreme at 29, and still can be to this day, that I’m not sure I am tough enough—or can summon enough of my inner Buddha (barely locatable on the best of days)—to transcend its pain, at once towering and a bore. But if ACT doesn’t work, and if CBT-I doesn’t work, and if mindfully meditating and acupuncture and neurofeedback and the zillions of other things I’ve tried in the past don’t work on their own … well … I’ll go back on medication.

Some people will judge me, I’m sure. What can I say? It’s my life, not theirs.

I’ll wrap up by talking about an extraordinary man named Thomas Wehr, once the chief of clinical psychobiology at the National Institute of Mental Health, now 83, still doing research. He was by far the most philosophical expert I spoke with, quick to find (and mull) the underlayer of whatever he was exploring. I really liked what he had to say about sleep.

You’ve probably read the theory somewhere—it’s a media chestnut—that human beings aren’t necessarily meant to sleep in one long stretch but rather in two shorter ones, with a dreamy, middle-of-the-night entr’acte. In a famous 2001 paper, the historian A. Roger Ekirch showed that people in the pre-electrified British Isles used that interregnum to read, chat, poke the fire, pray, have sex. But it was Wehr who, nearly 10 years earlier, found a biological basis for these rhythms of social life, discovering segmented sleep patterns in an experiment that exposed its participants to 14 hours of darkness each night. Their sleep split in two.

Wehr now knows firsthand what it is to sleep a divided sleep. “I think what happens as you get older,” he told me last summer, “is that this natural pattern of human sleep starts intruding back into the world in which it’s not welcome—the world we’ve created with artificial light.”

There’s a melancholy quality to this observation, I know. But also a beauty: Consciously or not, Wehr is reframing old age as a time of reintegration, not disintegration, a time when our natural bias for segmented sleep reasserts itself as our lives are winding down.

His findings should actually be reassuring to everyone. People of all ages pop awake in the middle of the night and have trouble going back to sleep. One associates this phenomenon with anxiety if it happens in younger people, and no doubt that’s frequently the cause. But it also rhymes with what may be a natural pattern. Perhaps we’re meant to wake up. Perhaps broken sleep doesn’t mean our sleep is broken, because another sleep awaits.

And if we think of those middle-of-the-night awakenings as meant to be, Wehr told me, perhaps we should use them differently, as some of our forebears did when they’d wake up in the night bathed in prolactin, a hormone that kept them relaxed and serene. “They were kind of in an altered state, maybe a third state of consciousness you usually don’t experience in modern life, unless you’re a meditator. And they would contemplate their dreams.”

Night awakenings, he went on to explain, tend to happen as we’re exiting a REM cycle, when our dreams are most intense. “We’re not having an experience that a lot of our ancestors had of waking up and maybe processing, or musing, or let’s even say ‘being informed’ by dreams.”

We should reclaim those moments at 3 or 4 a.m., was his view. Why not luxuriate in our dreams? “If you know you’re going to fall back asleep,” he said, “and if you just relax and maybe think about your dreams, that helps a lot.”

This assumes one has pleasant or emotionally neutral dreams, of course. But I take his point. He was possibly explaining, unwittingly, something about his own associative habits of mind—that maybe his daytime thinking is informed by the meandering stories he tells himself while he sleeps.

The problem, unfortunately, is that the world isn’t structured to accommodate a second sleep or a day informed by dreams. We live unnatural, anxious lives. Every morning, we turn on our lights, switch on our computers, grab our phones; the whir begins. For now, this strange way of being is exclusively on us to adapt to. Sleep doesn’t much curve to it, nor it to sleep. For those who struggle each night (or day), praying for what should be their biologically given reprieve from the chaos, the world has proved an even harsher place.

But there are ways to improve it. Through policy, by refraining from judgment—of others, but also of ourselves. Meanwhile, I take comfort in the two hunter-gatherer tribes Wehr told me about, ones he modestly noted did not confirm his hypothesis of biphasic sleep. He couldn’t remember their names, but I later looked them up: the San in Namibia and the Tsimané in Bolivia. They average less than 6.5 hours of sleep a night. And neither has a word for insomnia.


This article appears in the August 2025 print edition with the headline “American Insomnia.”

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