Going to sleep is hardest for me. Once I'm asleep there is no problem but getting there is a great big, fat, honking problem. What a surprise since I have so much to worry about. As you can relate, the best time to worry is right before sleep.
I tried a recommendation from my Grandpa Chris on the liposarcoma support list. He suggested that you picture your happiest moment. In detail. Sights, sounds, feelings. I tried that. I pictured my most content moment on the beach at the Outer Banks collecting sea shells with my parents, children and husband.
So I prayed the rosary. Each and every bead. No shortcuts.
Then I remembered the happiest moment was not the Outer Banks but Mom's first visit. When she visited with God and he removed the basket of stones from my chest. I floated free and happier than ever before.
Of course, I immediately came down to write about it.