NIGHTTIME FEARS, TROUBLED MINDS

The timer strikes three, but sleep remains a distant fantasy. Instead, my brain races with concerns, each one a whispering echo in the silence. I toss and restless, unable to avoid the grip of anxiety. My {heart{ beats faster, a drumming sound that embodies the turmoil within. Will I ever peace? Insomnia and Anxiety: A Vicious Cycle Insomnia and