I didn't want to. And I almost didn't make me. I didn't want to leave my bed. The truth was, I could use some extra sleep. I didn't want to shower. I didn't want to wash away anything...memories in particular. I didn't want to be a wife. Or a mom. Or a teacher. I wanted to be left alone with my thoughts. My thoughts. Wild thoughts. Racing thoughts. Rage-filled thoughts. I was confused, hurt and angry. Friday night I couldn't sleep. I was engulfed by a pain that I've only felt twice before. The first was two-weeks after my C-section. It was at this time that my lupus, which was dormant my entire pregnancy, decided to wake back up. The second time was on February 15, 2018. The night a friend and his toddler sob lost their lives in an act of reckless violence that left an entire community heartbroken. This Friday, I didn't fall asleep until 2 a.m. . When it feels as though you're being electrocuted, sleep is ever evasive. I be...