NIGHTTIME FEARS, TROUBLED MINDS

The watch strikes three, but sleep remains a distant wish. Instead, my brain races with concerns, each one a hissing echo in the shadows. I turn and turn, unable to avoid the grip of anxiety. My {heart{ beats rapidly, a drumming rhythm that reflects the turmoil within. Is there peace? The Unending Struggle: Insomnia and Anxiety Insomnia and anxie