Friday, June 3, 2011

I used to wake up in the middle of the night, heart racing, with the feeling of impending doom. For sure, I thought to myself, I am going to loose someone tragically. I would pray myself to sleep hoping that nothing terrible would happen to someone that I loved. I promised to the gods I would never take anyone for granted again. In the morning I'd feel okay and go about my day as usual. When it was time for bed I my mind would start racing. I'd close my eyes and picture terrible things. I would fall asleep to these thoughts, and again I'd wake up in a cold sweat.