Spiders.

Blood test tomorrow. And a bunch of other things to deal with in the next couple days. Causing me to not sleep when I am laying in bed trying to sleep. Yeah. This happens so friggin often. Night time is the worst. When it’s quiet and dark and the skype conversations are over, all the little worries you’ve been pushing aside all day come scurrying to the forefront of your mind, like tiny, terrifying spiders. and god knows I’m afraid of spiders. I don’t know how to get rid of them, I’m too scared and overwhelmed to move. So I lay here, petrified, and try to wish them away. But each little worry seems to grow bigger and bigger, the spiders multiplying and producing baby spiders, additional little worries associated with the bigger worry, that I hadn’t thought to worry about before. Suddenly, they’re crawling all over my mind, my body, and I’m paralyzed. I can’t get out of this on my own. I need someone to help me. So, I turn to the ever listening ear of the Internet. I go on to my blog and post about my feelings as a way to vent and in the hopes that someone, somewhere, reading this will say to themselves “I know how you feel. I’m afraid of spiders, too.”