"I haven't slept well recently. I keep worrying about you," she said to me.

as if she isn't responsible for making me
the type of person
others worry about,

as if she hasn't spent years fueling my nightmares
and taking them out of the dark
and into the daytime,

as if she hasn't spent the last 10 years sleeping
comfortably...

"Well, yeah," I replied. "I've spent the last 10 years worrying about me, too.
It was nice of you to join me, for once."