Sometime elusive sleep just needs peace

Published 8:08 pm Friday, July 21, 2017

Thursday night was miserable.

No matter what side I tried laying on or how much I fluffed up my pillow, I could not fall asleep.

For those who suffer from insomnia, my heart goes out to you.

I typically have no trouble getting my nightly shuteye.

In fact, there have been occasions where I have even fallen asleep with the lamp on while still propped up on my bed rest.

The only downside to this dilemma is that the next night I have to try and remember which page I left off on in the book I was reading.

Thursday night, however, was different.

Every little ache and pain was exaggerated, the slightest noise was irritating and my mind would not let go of the thousand million thoughts swirling around in my head.

As I flipped from side to side, I thought maybe I could calm my anxiousness down by focusing on a safe place or forcing myself to think happy thoughts, but nothing came, which made be feel even more frustrated.

I was disappointed. I could not eek out even one sweet feeling to put me to sleep.

Nope, the rumblings just kept coming.

The last time I looked at the clock, it was 1:30 a.m.

Eventually, sleep arrived, but getting up Friday morning was no picnic.

In my younger days, getting only a few hours of sleep was no problem, but now, as a “mature adult,” my body requires at least seven hours of zzz’s.

A third cup of coffee helped a little, but as I headed upstairs, I realized I was still slightly in a fog.

If only I could have arrived at that elusive sweet sense of peace Thursday night, then maybe I would have not tossed and turned for so long.

And then I would not have been sleep deprived!

While I was getting dressed, I decided to listen to music like I often do when getting ready and decided to play an album entitled “The Finest Moments,” which is by the Christian artist, Sandi Patti.

I bought the CD many years ago, and it has served as a spiritual lifeline when times were tough.

Amazingly, after only the first few bars of Patti’s song, “How Majestic Is Your Name,” there it was, the feeling, the one I had been searching for just hours before, peace. For me, music has always been an important part of my life, serving as an inspirational tool, whether I was listening to it, dancing to it or even making it myself.

I wish I had thought to turn on a few tunes during my Thursday night’s struggle for shuteye.

I do not know if it would have worked but it will surely be worth a try.

Sweet dreams.

Terri Cowart Frazier is a staff writer at The Vicksburg Post. You may reach her at

About Terri Cowart Frazier

Terri Frazier was born in Cleveland. Shortly afterward, the family moved to Vicksburg. She is a part-time reporter at The Vicksburg Post and is the editor of the Vicksburg Living Magazine, which has been awarded First Place by the Mississippi Press Association. She has also been the recipient of a First Place award in the MPA’s Better Newspaper Contest’s editorial division for the “Best Feature Story.”

Terri graduated from Warren Central High School and Mississippi State University where she received a bachelor’s degree in communications with an emphasis in public relations.

Prior to coming to work at The Post a little more than 10 years ago, she did some freelancing at the Jackson Free Press. But for most of her life, she enjoyed being a full-time stay at home mom.

Terri is a member of the Crawford Street United Methodist Church. She is a lifetime member of the Vicksburg Junior Auxiliary and is a past member of the Sampler Antique Club and Town and Country Garden Club. She is married to Dr. Walter Frazier.

“From staying informed with local governmental issues to hearing the stories of its people, a hometown newspaper is vital to a community. I have felt privileged to be part of a dedicated team at The Post throughout my tenure and hope that with theirs and with local support, I will be able to continue to grow and hone in on my skills as I help share the stories in Vicksburg. When asked what I like most about my job, my answer is always ‘the people.’

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