Battling Insomnia Like a King

I simply cannot tell how much of my insomnia is a result of the steroids and how much is stubborn faithlessness, though I am quite certain that each factor is playing a role here.

A prayer from Psalm 131:

O LORD, my heart is not lifted up
(I will not succumb to the worship of self; I will not believe the lie that I or my needs are ultimate. I have been and still am tempted. But I will cast my heart down).
My eyes are not raised too high
(I will not scorn those who don’t know you or are not suffering, as though I were a martyr--as though any righteousness in me were not given to me by you).
I do not occupy myself with things too great and too marvelous for me
(I will not lie awake wondering, “What does tomorrow hold?”)
But I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with its mother like a weaned child is my soul within me.
(I am taking action now, within my soul, to desire what I am given and no more. I will seek to be obedient in faith, which is my duty, though not my natural inclination).
O Israel, hope in the LORD from this time forth and forevermore.
(This is a hope that produces the fruit of righteousness instead of the fruit of anxiety).

O Lord, my heart is not lifted up.