Lately, the only way I can get to sleep is listening to Pandora’s classical station. There’s just so many thoughts running through my head. This is how my insomnia started, which I spiraled into a depression. The medicine from the doctors helped to some extent, but it certainly didn’t cure me. The anxiety of a small level still catches my breath, but it doesn’t manifest to the point like it did where it hurts my heart and cripples me. Now I feel good, even great some times. Depression and insomnia is a mental condition, but it manifests in such a physical way that it stops you from living. It’s real. And it hurts. I felt alone, but now I know I’m not. If you’re hurting too, don’t stay quiet. Reach out.