NIGHTTIME FEARS, TROUBLED MINDS

The clock strikes two, but sleep remains a distant wish. Instead, my brain races with fears, each one a whispering echo in the darkness. I roll and restless, unable to avoid the clutches of anxiety. My {heart{ beats rapidly, a drumming sound that reflects the turmoil within. Will I ever peace? The Unending Struggle: Insomnia and Anxiety Insomnia