I’ve said it many times: I really love being single. But there’s one time that it truly sucks – and that’s around 3am.
Why is it that in the middle of the night, if you wake up with your mind racing, all sorts of horrors and fears seem to overwhelm you? A doctor friend of mine says that there’s actually a biological reason for this – that certain enzyme/hormone levels plummet at night when you’re (supposed to be) sleeping.
Whatever causes them, those wee hours of irrational thinking that distort everyday problems to big, scary ones are the times when I do wish I had someone to snuggle up to and hug. Someone to reassure me that everything is going to be OK. Until dawn breaks, and perspective is restored 🙂