When Sleep Refuses to Come

I woke up this morning around 10 a.m., but it felt like I never truly rested. My heart was beating so fast, as if something inside me was unsettled. My mind wouldn’t stop racing — thoughts coming in waves, one after another, without a pause.

I tried everything. Closing my eyes, turning to my side, even slowing down my breathing — hoping sleep would find its way back to me. But it didn’t. The silence around me only made my thoughts louder.

Then the worries began to whisper — Is everyone I love okay? Am I okay? Will this feeling pass, or will I just stay awake with these thoughts forever?

It’s strange how a simple morning can turn into a quiet storm inside your chest. There’s no reason, no clear cause — just this deep unease that lingers. Maybe it’s the weight of missing people, or the things I don’t say out loud.

So instead of fighting the sleeplessness, I decided to just sit with it. To breathe. To write. Maybe the act of acknowledging this restlessness is what my heart truly needed.

Because sometimes, not every morning begins with peace — but that doesn’t mean peace won’t come later.