when the going get’s tough… (part 1)

Normally, the soft sound of rain falling against my window pane puts me to sleep at night. Things didn’t feel right as my mind wandered aimlessly from one unfortunate thing to another, causing my hear to ache endlessly and, my body to toss and turn. Within fifteen minutes of my head hitting my pink satin pillow, I yearned to be asleep, yet worry and fear were causing the time to creep slowly by, and I began freaking out over things and giving into the lies Satan so eagerly wanted me to hold as true such as…

There’s something wrong with you if you can’t even manage your time and your money well.

You can tell things are going out of control because your lacking in sleep, and you can’t even keep your schedule in check.

You think the beginning of this week sucks? Well, the rest of it’s gonna be a wreck.

As a child, I used to worry when I could feel my heart beat faster and faster, thinking it would burst within my chest and kill me. And although that fear has been put to bed I, couldn’t help but feel that familiar dread of lying awake unable to rest as all the worries clouded my head. Even though I was tired, it seemed impossible to fall into a sleep so deep that my fears completely drowned in it.

*DISCLAIMER: don’t worry, hope is coming tomorrow in part 2! πŸ™‚


πŸ’™ Mishy πŸ¦‹

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