Lifted up off of the roiling sea of emotion into safety.
I've written about this elsewhere, it was a powerful experience. I was drowning in emotive swells, very few tears added to the salty flavor, yet the wash of frustrations, imagined and otherwise, overwhelmed me. I felt alone in the whirlpool, evading sleep as I spun in circles. I had done the usual 'restful' techniques, they hadn't worked.
Out of the blue, or gray! I had an idea. I thought I'd write out my stressful thoughts. In my other life, I have a notebook I scrawl in when my laptop is off. Here, in AK, I don't have the first option. After drifting a bit in indecision, I decided to turn it on and open up my journal document. This choice was my night's salvation.
The sentences are legible, although confusing to read. The main idea, however, was perfectly plain. Finding words is a good way for me to experience some sort of sanity. Pretty awesome rescue work!