Every night, when everyone has gone to bed and everywhere is silent, I experience an internal tug of war.

The loneliness of each night stares me in the face, and it laughs at me, sometimes suggesting bad things to my mind.

It hurts to say this, but this is the reality in my life.

Tonight, that tug of war will come again, and the loneliness will resurface. The loneliness dissipates every morning but resurfaces every night.

What do I do?