And it’s affecting my body and making me all out of sorts no matter how I try to calm myself. I’ve got little appetite and when I wake in the night my mind immediately starts racing with my concerns (mostly the gutter thing) that I just cannot seem to quiet in order to fall asleep again. So I lie awake, trying to force myself to listen to Matt’s regular, slow breath and go back to sleep. My stomach hurts, all tangled up in nervous knots, and I am so very tired. I just want to crawl into bed and sleep all day long. Thank heavens for Matt, oh poor Matt who must put up with me and my moods, who is always the sounding-board and comfort that I need to nudge me back up when I get low.
But, today is a new day.