“We were just texting! How are you asleep already?”
You don’t understand. Sleep is my ocean tide. It comes and goes as it pleases. It pulls me in, butI have to fight my way out. It is what I come home to, and it is what I wish for when I am out.
You see, when I sleep, nothing is wrong. I am at peace. One that I cannot find anywhere else. I can not sleep at all, or I can sleep for HOURS. If I could, I’d sleep for days. In truth, I just don’t want to wake up. That is the nagging thought that creates the heavy eyelids. It doesn’t matter where I am or what I am doing there is some part of me wanting to close my eyes and sleep.
Fighting it gets exhausting. Listen closely to when someone says they’re tired. It may not be from a lack of sleep. Instead, it may be from the weight of the world they feel on their shoulders and from answering questions with the right amount of honest that doesn’t end up in a hospital.