My insides are messed up.

Something is missing in my life. I am not at my best. I am not at my happiest. I am not comfortable. I am nervous. I am anxious. I am discontent. I wake up in the mornings feeling ill and ill prepared. I am constantly settling and constantly searching for things to make me feel better.

What would happen if I made it a point to spend a full hour every night doing what I need to do for me?

Is that even plausible?

See, I feel sick again.