Yes.
Every time I close my eyes I'm pledged by the memories of traumas past. Some don't care, some disregard and tell me to push through. At the end of the day I'm drained, tired, and want enteral sleep. I love my job, and the jobs I've had in the past, but the things I've done, seen, and been through make it difficult. The constant ringing in my ears, and the deafening sound that the silence brings is enough to keep up the heaviest sleeper. I find myself thinking of all the good I've done and look toward the good I know I can do, and finally I can sleep.