It’s 4 a.m. I should be asleep. Clearly I’m awake. Wide awake. My mind is racing constantly and I don’t know where to or from. I might be going a little crazy or perhaps every one in their right mind questions everything at different times. I wish I could have waited until I woke up to think. Night and morning are the quietest for me. It’s where my thoughts aren’t plagued by the distractions of social media, noises, and people. It’s the quiet moments that my mind gets to process and deal with all the things I shrug off so I can move forward in my day. I’m hoping my insomnia stops rearing it’s ugly head back in my life. I rather enjoy sleep. I enjoy not being cranky and hating everyone. Thinking about how little sleep I’ll get tonight frustrates me. I’m frustrated with myself now. Good morning to you.