I hope you finally fell asleep now.

If I can't sleep because my mind is racing, I'll take a Benadryl, warm milk, and sometimes still sleep with my baby blanket (omg that's so embarrassing).

I'm up now because my bed is a torture zone thanks to my impossibly dysfunctional marriage. But I'm not crying and depressed anymore, and I'm not going to let him accuse me of BPD by playing into his games.