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As the night unfolds, and the world around me begins to hush into slumber, my mind plunges into a tumultuous realm of its own. In the quiet of the night, amidst the gentle whispers of dreams, I often find myself grappling with mini panic attacks when falling asleep. Each fleeting moment becomes a battleground between consciousness and the subconscious, where worries and uncertainties morph into shadowy specters, haunting the edges of my thoughts. Yet, within this nocturnal struggle, there exists a glimmer of resilience, a determination to navigate through the labyrinth of anxieties and emerge on the shores of tranquility, embraced by the gentle arms of sleep.