Brain weary, nerve weary, is there any wonder that he rolls and tosses, throws over his pillow, kicks off the clothes, groans, almost cries aloud in his agony of longing for rest.
Poor victim of worry and sleeplessness, how I long to help you get rid of your evil habit and save others from falling into it.

For both worry and sleeplessness are habits, easily gained, and once gained very hard to get rid of, yet both unnecessary, needless, and foolish.
The worry that produces sleeplessness is merciless; so merciless and relentless that no fierce torture of a Black-hander can be described that is worse in its long continuing and evil results.

Lives are wrecked, brains shattered, happiness destroyed by this monstrous evil, and many a man and woman fastens it upon himself, herself, through indulging in anxious thought, or by yielding to that equal devil-dragon of self-pity.
David the psalmist graphically tells of his own case: I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears, Mine eye wasteth away because of grief._Ps.VI_.

6:7.
At another time he cries My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
Why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?
Oh my God, I cry in the day time, but thou answereth not; And in the night season, I am not silent._Ps.XXII_.

1:2.
Yet God heard him not until his groaning and self-pity were cast aside, until he rested in God, trusted in Him.