Hi. I’m Wendi. I am an addict. Of what? Oh, many, many, many things. This is my first blog, ever. I am awake, sitting outside feeling the cool breeze and struck by the moon.

I have so many things to say. Where to start, who knows? My dad calls this time of the night/morning the witching hour. For those unable to sleep it’s like this. I wake up from a dead sleep, probably to pee, then as I try to drift back to sleep, I am disturbed by so many thoughts. The thoughts seem haunting and I beg God to help me sleep.

Why me? Did I really do that? Did he say what I thought he said? Is he hiding something. Am I hiding something? Is this all worth it? Am I worth it? How do I start again? This isn’t the first or fifth time. I lose track of time, why? Soon, the dawn is breaking and I finally sleep.

Morning comes with little children at my bed asking me things they know if I was awake I would say no, but being I am now to tired to care, I grunt “whatever, just do it.” An hour passes and I am dragged out of bed to make cereal for my little girl. Seriously, I can’t say no to her. Another hour passes and I wonder, why was I so concerned about the small things keeping me awake. Well, it was the witching hour.

Now I am off to see where this day shall take me.