Places of Discomfort and Rest

I have never found rest to come easy. At least not in the past four years or so.

I wish I knew what was so deeply rooted in me to cause me to wake up in the middle of the night, panicked.  I wish every plea to God for a night of good rest was granted; sadly, not every plea has been answered in the way I wanted.

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