I have lived with sleep disturbances since I was a kid (that's where a lot of the trauma came from). For the past 3 years, I have been waking up most nights at 3:33am (creepy huh?). It got to the point where I didn't even have to roll over to look at my phone to know what time it was.
I was using Trazadone and Seroquel at night to sleep, and it wasn't really helping. I mean, I was getting slightly better sleep than if I had nothing, but it wasn't a great restful sleep. I found out through doing some of my obsessive reading about medications that neither of those meds allow a person to achieve full REM sleep. Which is ridiculous, because deep REM sleep is where our brains do all of their healing. That is where our brain and body process the weird things they have experienced, and make things jive with each other. If we are not getting to that stage, it adds a ton of stress to the brain and the body.
I have always had nightmares, ever since I was a little kid. With the medication, they are downright messed up. And they are incredibly vivid. Which is due to the level of REM I can achieve while using the sleep meds.
I was going for acupuncture for headaches and a bulging disc, and happened to mention to the lady who was doing the needles on me about waking up at that time at least 4 times a week. She went and got this chart, and showed me that the organs have times that they are associated to. The time I was waking up was associated with lungs.
All fine and well you might say, but what the hell does this have to do with anything?
I am getting to that, grasshopper.
Turns out that the organs are associated with emotions. My 3:33am wake up time was associated with lungs on the organ clock, and the emotions that are associated with the lungs are .....
(are you ready for it?)
anxiety and grief.
http://www.shen-nong.com/eng/principles/sevenemotions.html
All it took was me talking about this weird experience with my TCM, and I noticed an improvement in my wake up times. Of course, she worked specifically on getting the qi moving again as I was quite stuck. But she also suggested that I figure out where the grief was coming from and journal about it. I thought that was an odd reaction for my body to have, because I don't cry. So apparently my body decided that if I wasn't going to take care of letting grief do it's thing, it was going to hijack me, and make me deal with it. Now, about 8 months later, I am no longer waking up at that time most nights.
The human body is a source of constant amazement for me.