Is it just me, or does this "ugh" feeling get worse at night? Last night was the worst night I've had in a while. Couldn't sleep, couldn't stop thinking about how badly I needed to talk to T, yet, couldn't for the life of me think of what I'd say to T, or what I needed T to tell me. All I could think about was how I felt like I was drowning and couldn't breathe and I needed T to help me. I seriously didn't think I'd wake up this morning, I was that sure the agony I was in would drown me.

This morning, I woke up and all was somewhat normal, as if last night wasn't nearly as hard as it was. Is it just me, or does this mental angst, and desire for connection to T get more intolerable at night?