Since confession is good for the soul, can I confess something to you?  Every night I wake up in the dead of night with all consuming thoughts of worry and almost instantly become filled with anxiety.  It seems like as soon as I am not in control of what is going on in my thoughts (in other words, I’m not conscious), my mind starts unpacking all the nice little tidy boxes that I’ve put the days worries in and allows them to run free like a clowns at a crazy carnival circus.  Am I the only one attending this type of circus in the dead of night?  Some how I don’t think so.