Mind in Over-load

It's been a rough night, not because I've been communicating with my family- that actually ceased a while ago; there is only so much that can be said until the next 'update'; but because my mind refuses to shut down. Every time I close my eyes I can't help but picture the events that took place in a home I knew well, even if when they took place I was four states and over a thousand miles away snuggled up next to my husband sound asleep. I suppose that is the downside of having an excellent imagination.I also know that writing about my feelings will help quell the deep well that is my mind. It's always been like that for me. I've just been suppressing the need to write wanting to feel first and write later.In high school when I couldn't sleep because of an imagined characters' story that refused to stop playing in my head like a film reel stuck in replay, I would wake up, grab pen & paper and write the story-putting them and myself to bed. In the morning I would crumble up my story and toss it. I've done that here- only instead of tossing my words in the trash I toss them out to you. Writing this post in bed, in the dark, on my iPhone took me about a half hour- I'm sure I didn't say all that I would have had I been at my desk but right now I feel it was sufficient.Goodnight I may be able to sleep now.