Sleep feels impossible again.

Being sick has my body exhausted but somehow wired at the same time. My head is pounding, my chest feels heavy, and every time I start to drift off I either cough, overthink, or jolt awake. Add in work stress piling up and therapy digging up things I thought I had neatly tucked away… and my brain just refuses to shut down.

It’s like I’m tired in my bones but my mind is running laps.

I know sleep is what I need most right now. I know rest would help my body heal and help my heart slow down. But instead I’m staring at the ceiling replaying conversations, deadlines, breakthroughs, old memories that therapy stirred up.

I miss the kind of sleep where you just… fall. No fighting it. No fear of what your mind will do when it gets quiet.