My Failure Confessional

Tonight, is a night like most others. Twilight falls and the hardest part of my day arrives. It’s the witching hour, the loss-parent version. Maybe it’s harder for me, because of the time of day that we lost Vail. Probably. My nightly struggles are definitely amplified by my constant fear of sleep. Sleep equals death. Or at least an unknown factor, that the world has failed to identify. This is when my PTSD is the worst. I relive that night most…