I wake up with my heart racing like wild horses, sweat dripping down my forehead and all over my body, tears streaming from my eyes, and my fists clenching.

It stresses me out for the rest of the day, and it usually takes me awhile to cheer myself up after being the victim of my own nightmares. Sometimes I rely on sleeping aides to help black me out during the nights, but when I forget to take one, oh boy.

I had a nightmare last night, and it’s down pouring this morning. My mood for the day is already set up. It’s going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.