Last night, I had several nightmares. I call them serial nightmares because either I wake up, or get woken up, but when I go back to sleep, I go right back into them. I know that it is the way I express anger, because I have found if I get angry about anything then my husband now will force me to go to the hospital. The last time I ended up having to stay in the psych unit for two weeks. I remember one nightmarewhere I was yelling at my husband and sister that their going into my IPad and printing off some of the poetry I had written to give to the Psychiatrist wasn't fair. The really sad part is that they actually did that, but I only found out last night. I asked why and they told me it was for my own good. So I smiled and said ok. But it came out in nightmares. Several times. It was a rough night.
I am 59 frigging years old, I should have some privacy. I express my feelings in poetry, but now I have found out that I am going to have to hide my poetry and anything else I right. It isn't fair!
But I will smile during the day and deal with the nightmares.
I am 59 frigging years old, I should have some privacy. I express my feelings in poetry, but now I have found out that I am going to have to hide my poetry and anything else I right. It isn't fair!
But I will smile during the day and deal with the nightmares.
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