It's funny how your mind drifts when it's supposed to be awake, but snaps to high alert when it's time to sleep.
That's when it hits me. It crushes the life out of me. Dread bearing almost physical weight. Overwhelmed. Inadequate. Insufficient. Desperate. Drowning. Nothing can rescue me from the dark but myself.
I'm a strong woman, like many of you, but sometimes I crumple in the quiet of the night; bent under the weight of my worry. My loved ones are peacefully sleeping, but I'll stay wide awake, waiting for the daylight so I can breathe again.