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description to sign up now. I haven't been able to sleep for some time now.

It comes and goes in chunks of time like

stagnant river of still water, weighing me down with an endlessly relentless restlessness

that keeps me mired in a mud pit of worries and impossible intrusive anxieties

that like the coming of day will never come to pass.

I think I'm on day three and I feel like I'm starting to lose my mind. Every time

I think I have gotten at least a fleeting chance of catching some rest, something will inevitably come to mind that plucks me out of that liminal state between

wakefulness and my dreams and back into the boggy dread of the dead of night that by now I know better than my own mother. I know better

than to utter a single word of this to anybody, but perhaps in my writing I can get this off my chest and maybe if I'm not getting my

hopes up I can put my mind at rest and finally lay down to at least one night of

decent sleep I can only wish for such a mercy at this point.

I have always had difficulties when it comes to getting to sleep. Like I said, this tends to come and go. But as of late, I haven't

been able for what has to have been about a year of hellish hay fever of night sweats and

a near nightly sense of dread and doom coming, followed

by hours upon hours of harrowing, what ifs, whose faults, and why isn'ts until like a switch the dark of the early morning is

broken by the first chimes of the dawn choir of finches living in the maple trees

that line the avenue my house lies on and where I live, if you want to call it living.

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