I can't turn my brain off. I had to finally call Dave at work just to hear his voice. Sunday nights are always bad, his first nite of the week, but tonite it just won't let me rest. I have to keep fighting off the images, and the anxiety I can feel creeping in. Even typing didn't help me much tonite. Not sure what brought this on but it is the worst it has been recently. I just needed to hear his voice. I know he wants to come home, but I told him no. We have to find other ways to combat this. He is going to phone me on his lunch. Being without him makes me anxious, but I can usually get through it. This is the first time I have had to call him. I didn't want him to worry, but I had to hear his voice. I feel like such a damn child, makes me angry, makes me cry and makes me want to just scream. I know it will get better, but at this moment, that isn't much consolation.