My anxiety has been coming back a bit over the last few days. Like before, it only occurs in the evenings.
And, you know what? I think I’m just tired. I’ve been sick, and while I’m over the worst, I still have the remnants of my cold hanging on. The baby requires a lot of my attention, especially when she’s up a lot at night like she was last night.
So, while part of my wants to psychoanalyze all the thoughts and fears that come into my head during these anxious moments, the rational side of me says, “Emily, go to bed.”
Off I go.
(But I wonder: Depression and anxiety disorders are rampant in our society today. I’ll bet a certain percentage of them, not all of them for sure, but a percentage of them are caused simply by tiredness and exhaustion. Think how much money people could save if they just — went to bed!)