SLEEPLESS NIGHTS, ANXIOUS THOUGHTS

The clock strikes four, but sleep remains a distant dream. Instead, my mind races with concerns, each one a whispering echo in the shadows. I turn and restless, unable to shun the hold of anxiety. My {heart{ beats quickly, a drumming beat that mirrors the turmoil within. Will I ever peace? Trapped in a Nightmare: Insomnia and Anxiety Insomnia and