Dear If You've Been Stressed, Please Advise,

I'm making an assumption. You know me.

You know that I take too much on, then stress about it. You know that I invite 10 people over for dinner, wanting it to be a wonderful evening, but worry endlessly about twice baking 10 potatoes and can barely enjoy myself. You know that I say yes when really, I meant no. You know that despite my planning and organization, I get overwhelmed - then do something ridiculous like stub my toe, which sends me over the edge into a full blown meltdown- which Kimmy usually has to pull me out of (or at least used to).

Every now-married bride has told me to relax and just enjoy the planning and the day. Well, my married friends, EASIER SAID THAN DONE.

I've gone into stress overload- and despite my attempts to deal with it via exercising, meditation (yes, I'm inhaling for 8 counts and exhaling for 8 while sitting in a lotus pose conjuring mental images of a relaxing countryside), positive thinking, Tylenol PM and organization - I'm still losing my mind. I get in bed at 11:00pm only to fall asleep at 1am because I'm mentally reviewing everything that has to get done in the next 15 days. At approximately 3am every night I wake to find myself in a cold sweat, the kind that soaks through your sweatshirt when you have the flu. Each morning starting at 5am I wake up every 17-23 minutes. (And to prove I'm not exaggerating, ask Shea or Laura. When L climbed into bed 2 hours after me, I was awake yes we share a bed for the next few days. When Shea woke at 5:30 to go the gym I cheerfully greeted her.)

I'm proud to claim I'm a "morning person" excluding 1999-2004, but not this kind of morning....
Here was my Tuesday:

5:08 AM - wake up.
5:09-5:22 AM- Toss and turn
5:23 AM - wake up
5:24-6:16 AM - mentally review my to-do list
6:17 AM - check clock again
6:18-6:42 AM - try to sleep
6:43 AM - wake up
7:08 AM - TO HELL WITH IT ... got out of bed, got dressed and went to work early.

2 days ago I blew through a red light at the intersection of 800 N and 1300 East- causing 3 cars to swerve around me and lay heavily on their horns. I had no idea the light was red and had no recollection of the other 7 lights I might have blown through on the way home from the gym. The utter lack of REM has left me in zombie-like stage of cluelessness.

Even my boss thinks I'm a headcase. Yesterday I had this interaction:

President & CEO of TA walks by my desk, double takes and returns:
Dave: Are you ok?
Me: What do you mean?
Dave: Well, you look... you look...
Me: Like Hell?
Dave: Well, your eyes are a little glossed over and you seem tired. Must be planning a wedding!
Me: Must be the residual effects of the 2 Tylenol PMs I popped last night.

Here is my plea - I'll take any advice.
I'll practice any ridiculous breathing pattern.
I'll stand on my head.
I'll repeat calming phrases into the mirror.
I'll dig a mud pit and sit in it.

JUST TELL ME WHAT TO DO SO I CAN SLEEP. (Matt wants me to too ... he's feeling the effects)

yearning for a comatose nap,
Noelle