Struggling

Sleep is the pits. At least trying to get there is. I'm sorry I have not been able to answer comments or emails. I've been a little scattered and I'm tired. I need to find a way to be able to fall asleep without noticing every single feeling in my body and thinking it's a disease. I'm tired, I'm frustrated, and I'm sick of being me. Planning and sleep hygiene are for nought. Only carpet bombing with alcohol seems to help this mess to sleep. Cheers!

And this post really resonates with me - me, the temporarily wordless writer. Thanks, Faith. I couldn't find the words, so thank you so much for sharing your own words with me when I had none of my own. -- "Nobody told me how another person could reach inside of your six-year-old body and damage it in places that I did not know existed." Amen, honey. Amen. May they rot. And may you be blessed.