What is it about nighttime that brings out everything in my life that's painful and shines a spotlight on it all?
There's just something about nighttime. It used to be my favorite time, the time when I come alive the most. I'm a Night Owl, always have been. Even as a kid, staying up late to watch Saturday Night Live and Baywatch reruns. But I've recently been dreading sundown, because I know that even though it's pitch black outside, the darkness will still find some way to shine light on everything that hurts. Nighttime used to fuel me, now it delights in throwing salt in my wounds.
Does anyone else feel like this at night?