I’m jolted awake at 3 in the morning. A panic attack erupted in the middle of sleep. Hot flashes. Sweating. Racing heartbeat. Racing thoughts.
Stop. I need the sleep. I have a long day ahead.
There’s no source of comfort. That is my doing. There’s no way for me to release this. The dread sets in. I don’t know how to end it — how else to end it all.