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The morning Maya forgot her own coffee order Maya slid into my clinic chair with sunglasses and a smile that looked glued on. Twenty-eight, brilliant, building a startup—and running on fumes. Her heart raced at odd times, her thoughts felt like static, and she kept catching every cold that floated by. Labs were fine. Coffee intake, not so much. Finally I asked, “How much are you sleeping?” She laughed. “Four, maybe five hours. I’ll catch up this weekend.” That was the moment it clicked: this wasn’t just stress. It was sleep deprivation dressed up as hustle. What sleep quietly fixes while we dream Memory and focus: REM sleep and deep