Eyes open at 2am

I don’t think it’s anxiety or even anguish. But there is something that keeps us awake in the middle of the night

I don’t think it’s anxiety or even anguish. But there is something that makes us keep our eyes open at 2 am, prevents us from resting, ruins our days.

Certainly, there will be thoughts, which will do their part. Worries, problems, difficulties, daily challenges.

Just a small event overnight. A noise, a sound in the house, a movement of our family members, the dog licking itself. So sleep goes away and never comes back.

We stand with wide-open eyelids staring at the ceiling, looking at the little light of the night that filters through the shutters, brooding between us and us.

There is no point in changing your position, turning over in bed, trying to clear your mind, breathing deeply, taking a sip of water, going to the bathroom. It’s all useless.

Perhaps you could read a few pages, listen to music or even take a look at the phone but it is difficult to continue for a long time, you risk disturbing the family.

We are the watchmen of silence, the sleepless of darkness, the bats of humanity. We become zombies by day, tired and dazed.

And so I find myself taking these notes in the dark, secretly and with the favor of the night, hoping that the therapeutic power of writing will act and take its course, looking for a way to sleep, to let fatigue win and defeat the anxiety, anguish or whoever for it.