unrest

I wonder if there's a name for it, a word...for the time you are laying in bed right before you fall asleep.

For me it can be a short time or a really long time. I really don't like this time lately. It's filled with things that are less than peaceful. I start thinking about stuff like...animal cruelty...people that are sick...war and suffering. Praying isn't enough.

I talked about this at my book club the other day. One of my friends asked me if I journaled. I said that I used to do it everyday...but for some reason stopped. She said it might help if I put these thoughts down and literally looked at them. Then when I finished looking at them, I could delete it if blogging on my computer or burn it...if on paper. She said it really helps with the negativity in her life.

So...I'm gonna give it a try.

The written word is a beautiful thing and now apparently therapeutic as well.

We'll see.