Alarm set, lights out, comfy in bed-- ready to drift off to sleep but...

Sleep doesn't come. Instead, anxiety rushes in. Anxiety about anything and everything. Anxiety about my future. Anxiety about my past. Anxiety that I didn't even know I had until now when there isn't anything to distract me. I'm in the dark alone, and I can't help myself from falling into this trap.

Thoughts running through my mind, questioning every little thing in my life. Did I do this right? Are they mad at me? Should I have said something different? Where are these questions coming from? That's what I really want to know.

Even though I know I have nothing to worry about my head is being controlled by my insecurities. Unable to function when all I desperately want is to sleep. I spend the night staring up at my ceiling knowing that I won't be able to sleep tonight. Checking my clock and seeing the time I have to sleep diminish with every second that goes by.

I tell myself that I need to do something to stop this. Maybe read, take a drive, get out of bed, take a sleeping pill. But my body aches from exhaustion; I can't move. So I lay there with my anxiety-ridden thoughts flooding in. I tell myself not to worry, but I still do. Now I just have to wait. I have to wait for my body to be so weary that I just pass out.

Waking up the next day feeling tired but my worries from that night gone. Promising myself that I will actually get some sleep tonight but...

Sleep doesn't come.