I live in a 6 unit apartment building. It is cleverly designed so the only wall I share with my upstairs neighbor is the bathroom. I honestly never hear my neighbors at all.
I live upstairs from a 74 year old woman who is the sweetest thing ever. She has cancer but just keeps on going. She's amazing. I had a horrible nightmare last night and woke myself up yelling. My dog was right up on me looking at me like he wanted to know where the bad guys were. I had to get up and watch some Andy Griffith to be able to fall back asleep on the couch. At the time I wondered if my neighbor across the hall might call the police or something.
A bit ago my downstairs neighbor rang my doorbell and asked me if I was ok. She asked if I had a dream this morning because she heard me and was worried about me. On one hand that was really sweet, but on the other hand I'm really embarrassed and feel like a freak. PTSD sucks! I just needed to vent that out there.
I live upstairs from a 74 year old woman who is the sweetest thing ever. She has cancer but just keeps on going. She's amazing. I had a horrible nightmare last night and woke myself up yelling. My dog was right up on me looking at me like he wanted to know where the bad guys were. I had to get up and watch some Andy Griffith to be able to fall back asleep on the couch. At the time I wondered if my neighbor across the hall might call the police or something.
A bit ago my downstairs neighbor rang my doorbell and asked me if I was ok. She asked if I had a dream this morning because she heard me and was worried about me. On one hand that was really sweet, but on the other hand I'm really embarrassed and feel like a freak. PTSD sucks! I just needed to vent that out there.