Night should be the end of it.

But it isn’t.

The body is exhausted. The day has drained everything. There should be rest, a slowing down, a release.

Instead, it starts again.

The mind won’t switch off. Thoughts circle, repeat, stretch into something bigger than they are. The body feels tired, but the system stays alert.

Sleep doesn’t come easily.

It has to be fought for.

Turning, adjusting, waiting. Trying to settle something that doesn’t want to settle. The quiet makes it louder. The stillness gives it space.

This is where it becomes a different kind of struggle.

Not the sharp anxiety of the morning, not the collapse of the afternoon — but a drawn-out, restless resistance.

The fight to let go.

Eventually, it gives in. Or I do.

And it starts again.

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