Tonight, I showered and went to bed. It felt so good to lie down and snuggle under the blankets—nice and warm and soft. Just as I about to doze off a thought came into my mind. A scene really—one specific night of abuse. The beatings were bad enough but the sexual abuse screws with my mind. My mind is reeling. I feel dirty, wrong, violated. It all is so freaking real. Tonight I have been reliving it—time after time after time. It just keeps replaying through my head. I can feel it. I can hear it. I don’t think I can make it another night without sleep…I am just so tired. All I want to do is go to sleep but my brain is not shutting off. I just can’t stand another night without sleep.