I sleep to dream; I dream to sleep.

I feel sort of like I’m cracking in half. Right down the middle. Splitting pain is tearing through my brain, neck, and spine. And I don’t know what it’s from. Not to mention my heart, which stings like bruised flesh. My eyes are bloodshot from lack of sleep, and my fingers shake from nearly constant panic.
I don’t want to complain; I very much dislike complaining. But I don’t know what to do.
I just want to be held. I am absolutely aching to be comforted. The feeling of your hands in my hair was extraordinary. Please come do that now, so I can finally sleep?
I don’t know what else to do.