I used to hate the nighttime. 333 days ago, I hated the night. Cuz I couldn’t sleep. I hated my bed. I hated my room. I hated sleeping in a queen-sized bed by myself. But 333 days later, I realize that a queen-sized bed isn’t made for two people; it was made for my fuckin’ queen-sized personality.
I can now go to sleep without feeling like I’m missing something. I was missing something: me.
I can now assuage my bed-time anxiety. Instead of groveling over the presence of this new-found anxiety, I have learned to live with it. I watch some “Friends” before bed. I calm myself down. If I start freaking out in my bed, I talk out loud to myself and tell myself, “I love you. It’s OK.” Or I pray to Love for peace of mind. Or I start dreaming. 🙂 (I’m a dreamer, born and bred, til the day I die.)
I’m not afraid of the dark. Not anymore.
“I’m gonna marry the dark. Gonna make love to the stark. I’m a soldier to my own emptiness. I am a winner. I’m gonna marry the night.”
~”Marry The Night” by Lady Gaga