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Is 2:00 AM the New Witching Hour?

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Every morning during the week lately, I wake up at 2:00 AM and cannot go back to sleep. I try laying there in the dark, trying to get comfortable, but after an hour or so, I give up and usually play with my phone or read. Last night, I read until almost five in the morning because no matter what I did, I could not get back to sleep which is odd since it took me until 11 o'clock PM to actually fall asleep, meaning I am running on little sleep, and I am so so tired right now.

I don't know what it is about two in the morning, but it's like an alarm goes off in my head, and suddenly, I am awake. Then, my mind begins to race. Sometimes it's real worries that are going through my head. Other times, it is nonsense such as movies or random songs I haven't heard in ages. They play in my head like a record turntable, going around and around, as I try to make it stop in the darkness.

Today, my head aches. Partially, it is from lack of sleep, but part of it is also that my sweet dog, Penny, head-butted me this weekend while I was in bed. She was laying on my tummy, and something startled her, making her jump and bang into my forehead. I still have a sore lump on my head, but it is small and unnoticeable to all but me. I love that dog, but between her and Moose, I'm going to have to be careful from here on out. They really like to accidentally hurt me.

Perhaps I should try journaling in the middle of the night when I wake up to get all the little thoughts out of my head. I read in an article online that journaling could help with anxiety. I know I'm a bit anxious. The end of the school year is coming, parenthood is coming, and a whole new class is coming next year with twice as long class periods. I know I can do it, but it is a lot to handle, and it keeps my mind from resting entirely.

However, there is a lot I am looking forward to in the future. There are smaller things like trips with family and making changes around the house. But there are bigger things too, such as struggles and challenges, with which good changes come as well. I know I can handle this as long as I keep trying and taking care of myself.

Perhaps tonight, (please, please I pray) I will sleep through the night.
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