catastrophizing

with a side of doom

The red numbers of the analog clock that glowed in the room were a reminder that I was running out of time to get a good night’s sleep. It was 1:25 a.m. and my alarm was set for six a.m.

If I fall asleep now, maybe I can get a good four hours of sleep.

Instead, my brain was running through scenarios of what may or may not happen the next day.

“What if my c…