I’m laying here and I just can’t sleep. It’s not fair because I’m exhausted. I wish I could just shut my brain down, stop its obsessive over thinking. I wish I could stop my back from aching so I could feel comfortable. I wish one of my reactions to anxiety wasn’t feeling this need to be on my phone instead of going to sleep.
My husband has some kind of superpower, he can literally fall asleep in seconds. And then there’s me, laying here for ages and ages before my mind finally gives in and lets my poor body rest.
Grrr. I WANT TO SLEEP.