Sleep

I've always had trouble sleeping, but without a regular job to anchor my days my nights are ruling my life.
At first it was a way to avoid thinking about my situation. I'd try to sleep through the haunting thoughts of what had happened and what could happen now, and I'd eventually get worked up enough that I couldn't sleep. Being alone with my thoughts has never been the best option when I'm dealing with something. It's been three weeks and I'm still finding myself going to bed when the sun is coming up.

Somewhere in my mind is the idea that staying up keeps the next day from coming. It's a misguided attempt at finding the pause button, of needing the world to stop for just a few days so I can catch up.