I used to love sleeping in on Sundays and starting the day with a morning cuddle with my wife. Now, I can't even sleep in, because the moment I wake up even a little, my mind starts to race and I can't roll over and go back to sleep. I get angry that she has taken even the smallest pleasures from my life.
I feel you here. This is every day for me. That's the worst part of the day I think... when you have to wake up and realize the reality of your situation over and over again each day. It's like the movie Groundhog Day.
