It is quiet, dark, and one can hear every single creak in the house, to every snowflake, rain drop, or wind gust outside. That amazing hour that you are completely alone with your thoughts and fears.
When it first starts, you wonder what is wrong with you, desperately tossing and turning to find that comfortable spot, or to think of nothing but wonderful thoughts, just to fall asleep again. It never works, but night after night, you try, you want to be normal, you want to wake up refreshed. Instead, you are up, groggy, and panic-stricken, like someone has sat on your chest for hours.
It started at the age of 10, it was innocent enough, I would sleep with the light on, but soon wake up at various points in the night. I would make my way down the hall to my parents bed, my Father was always closest…
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