Sleep
I sat before my computer tonight in a flurry of emotions, and in fifteen minutes, I hammered out a convoluted string of words in a desperate attempt to punch out the way I felt at the moment and leave it as an abandoned draft in this abandoned blog. But after I had furiously typed out all my loneliness and frustration, I took a deep breath, saved my work, and decided to browse through some of my old entries. I'm not sure what happened but I felt a calm come over me, and suddenly I'm sleepy. The reason I had begun typing in the first place was because I was physically exhausted but so worked up that I was afraid to sleep; afraid of the kind of thoughts I'd be left with if I turned the lights off. It dawned on me then how the desire to sleep can be so telling about a person's peace of mind. Many times this week I had been unable to sleep, my mind bursting with gnawing thoughts and future worries. I've tried to make it up by taking long naps during the day. But ...