It's the time of night I hate most.
Just woke on the couch after another exhausting day at work in a job I absolutely hate. Thinking about my unemployed wife and a son who is too smart for the safest (from bullies) Catholic that we can afford. I'm supposed to have a one-on-one meeting with my boss (who caused a coworker just today to go home sick) one day after lodging a complaint against her with HR. I'm supposed to be grateful for all that I have, but I feel that I have is a lot of stress, bills to pay and a family to feed. Things are supposed to get better, but when does that ever happened? Where is my American dream? When do I give my immigrant wife the life she always dreamed of before she came to America?
This is Halloween. We read stories and see movies about things that go bump in the night. But the scariest movie is nothing compared to the fear created by knowing you are just a few paychecks away from total ruin and at the tender mercies of an unpredictable boss.
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...you have a lot of company. Your insomnia is a rational reaction to an irrational world. So don't add worrying about worrying to your worry list. Know what I mean? Just be kind to yourself, as much as possible. 
