NIGHTTIME FEARS, TROUBLED MINDS

The timer strikes four, but sleep remains a distant fantasy. Instead, my mind races with fears, each one a screaming echo in the silence. I roll and tumble, unable to escape the hold of anxiety. My {heart{ beats quickly, a drumming beat that reflects the turmoil within. Will I ever peace? Insomnia and Anxiety: A Vicious Cycle Insomnia and anxiety