Woke up to the usual racing thoughts and racing depressions thru my head and my heart.
It's like waking up pulls the cork on a shook up bottle of champagne or is the breaking open of a dam or a levee. It's when I pray the most...and usually my prayers are interrupted by the racing thoughts.
I had meds for it once and it was great for a while, then the meds pooped out and while the racing thoughts were gone, the side affects (muscle cramps, anxiety attacks, social paranoia) were just unbearable.
The meds also helped me sleep....lucky me I have sort of trained myself to sleep in spite of the racing thoughts and while its better...waking up is not much fun. Waking up in a sort of "movie" of stress is just...well it sucks!