I’m currently in a slump with my writing, as I am currently struggling with a lack of sleep and illness that comes with that. I intend to get back into writing soon, however getting my health back is the main priority. I’ve known quite a few people who struggle with insomnia and sleeping problems and I wrote the below passage while thinking about all our different situations. Its not super long but it gets the point across.
Anyway I hope to be back to writing within the next few days and get these stories finished. I’m actually pretty excited! You guys are awesome! Now time to try and get some sleep. 😀
Pitch black darkness surrounds me and every other creature in the house is asleep. I however lay awake on my back, the cold air making me pull the blankets over my nose. My mind seems to hum with the uncertainty that my current life position holds. Sleep seems so distant from me, hiding from me for several days already. My eyes feel heavy and my body feels ill from the lack of rest. Despite these things, its 3am and I cannot drift into dream land. I feel something warm and wet roll down my cheeks and I sigh. I roll onto my side and curl, clenching my hands to my chest. Such heaviness that I can’t seem to move. The warmth of my tears make my eyes even heavier, my breathing slows. Darkness finally comes and my mind finally stops its churning. I wake to the buzzing of an alarm and it seems only seconds later. Perhaps today would be different. Perhaps things would suddenly change. People say that I must create the change, but what do I do if even that doesn’t help. I can only hope and have a little faith that things will change eventually. I just wish that it comes soon.