Sleep does not come easily right now. It is a battle that I have with myself to try to force sleep. My bed no longer occupies me, I choose the couch. When I do finally get to sleep it has been similar dreams night after night. Whether good or bad, either way they haunt me when I wake up. Leaving me empty, teary, and sick to the stomach. With heavy sad eyes I now say this, I am fearful of sleep, it only lies to me, and then reality kicks me in the chest when I wake up.
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