Tossing and turning, eyes opening and closing, and the inability to keep my mind from wandering while I try to sleep, are what most of my nights are made of. After midnight, I grow restless and disgruntled in my dark and silent bedroom as I’m unable to ease my mind and body into a deep slumber. Before I realize, it’s morning, and I’ve clocked in a maximum of five hours of poor sleep.

On a Sunday night, I decided to try something that would eventually give me one of the best sleeps of my life — breathing.