Lack of sleep

Sometimes it gets tiring, when your only real relief isn't always so relieving.

Stress, anxiety, and depression are wolfhounds always nipping my heels. Usually it heals me to some degree to just go back to bed but lately nightmares plague me, and I'm starting to feel unsafe in my own head. Maybe it's their eyes tracking my every movement every moment, or the way that panic curls up on my chest. Their jealousy about their lack of opportunity to bother me in bed drives them to haunt my dreams with their howls piercing my skull. The barrier between life and death is always thin, but thinner still when you're being nosed down the path.