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 It seems like an easy thing to do, a natural thing that the body must do yet I lie awake and ask myself why my brain won't turn off and sleep.

A million wires lie unplugged, tangled around like a ball of yarn, twisting around every inch of my brain driving me insane.

Phrases repeating inside my head like a broken record- 'did I turn this off? yes.' 'did I shut this? yes.' 'did I do this? yes' 'did I remember this? yes'

I stare at the light switch and question whether I've turned it off when I know I just did six times before.

I stare at the fans and the stove and the door and the windows and check if they're off or shut even though I've checked it too much.

My brain rings and rings like a phone that just won't stop, some days I'm so tempted to just make it stop.