MouseWedger
Gold Member
My lack of sleep is starting to make me think Im losing my mind. I can try to rationalize it away in a number of ways, but what it boils down to is that I want to sleep well again. Like really REALLY want to sleep. No, I need to sleep well again. I'll even settle for decently if I can get it on a regular basis.
I wake up in the middle of the night so often, or better yet my husband says I'm sitting up in bed, eyes open and having conversations with him when he comes to bed. I don't recall these at all and it makes me realize I'm talking/walking in my sleep again. I tell myself I'm waking up all the time because of my medication that has been known to cause insomnia (I'm not willing to give it up though because it helps fight the depression really well) or because of my shoulder hurting - an injury I sustained at work in December that is still being figured out. Inevitably though, while staring at the ceiling trying desperately to fall back asleep, my mind races to my assault from three years ago, or my crazy mothers abuse that I was fortunate enough to put a stop to eleven years ago and barely remember.
I try to tell myself that it's over, to let it go, to move on and go back to sleep. But I never can. It's always there, lurking like the monster I was so sure lived under my bed as a child. It's there, with all those octopus arms ready to crawl up the sides of my bed and pull me under into a deeper darkness where my childhood night light ( now the light of my alarm clock and the soft glow of cell phones charging) cannot reach. It's always there, trying to pull me into a hole where no one can find me. I'll finally start to fall back to sleep after two, maybe three hours, only to feel like Im being slammed into a wall, my head bashed into molding and picture frames. Piano playing away, people laughing, drinking, not realizing that what's happening to me isn't a game. It's not fun. It hurts, its terrifying. If Im not back there, I have the intense fear of a child racing through my mind, pumping the blood through my veins screaming at me to run and hide. Grab the phone and call Daddy. Tell him Mommy hit me again, she's making Gina drink the dish soap and Gina is sick in the kitchen. Mommy has that big red sauce spoon and she's looking for me. I don't know what I did wrong - is it just that I'm alive that has her so angry? Im so tired but I cant sleep. I want to sleep, but what if I fall asleep only to find out that these things are real - I was only dreaming I was an adult trying to go back to sleep? Im really that teenager with a "friend" beating her, trying to rape her while everyone just watches? Or maybe Im that kid again dreaming I was older, bigger, wiser,away from crazy Mommy and her big red spoon.
I'm so tired, and I cant sleep. What if my life right now isn't real? What if.. what if I'm still being hurt and this is just the escape?
I wake up in the middle of the night so often, or better yet my husband says I'm sitting up in bed, eyes open and having conversations with him when he comes to bed. I don't recall these at all and it makes me realize I'm talking/walking in my sleep again. I tell myself I'm waking up all the time because of my medication that has been known to cause insomnia (I'm not willing to give it up though because it helps fight the depression really well) or because of my shoulder hurting - an injury I sustained at work in December that is still being figured out. Inevitably though, while staring at the ceiling trying desperately to fall back asleep, my mind races to my assault from three years ago, or my crazy mothers abuse that I was fortunate enough to put a stop to eleven years ago and barely remember.
I try to tell myself that it's over, to let it go, to move on and go back to sleep. But I never can. It's always there, lurking like the monster I was so sure lived under my bed as a child. It's there, with all those octopus arms ready to crawl up the sides of my bed and pull me under into a deeper darkness where my childhood night light ( now the light of my alarm clock and the soft glow of cell phones charging) cannot reach. It's always there, trying to pull me into a hole where no one can find me. I'll finally start to fall back to sleep after two, maybe three hours, only to feel like Im being slammed into a wall, my head bashed into molding and picture frames. Piano playing away, people laughing, drinking, not realizing that what's happening to me isn't a game. It's not fun. It hurts, its terrifying. If Im not back there, I have the intense fear of a child racing through my mind, pumping the blood through my veins screaming at me to run and hide. Grab the phone and call Daddy. Tell him Mommy hit me again, she's making Gina drink the dish soap and Gina is sick in the kitchen. Mommy has that big red sauce spoon and she's looking for me. I don't know what I did wrong - is it just that I'm alive that has her so angry? Im so tired but I cant sleep. I want to sleep, but what if I fall asleep only to find out that these things are real - I was only dreaming I was an adult trying to go back to sleep? Im really that teenager with a "friend" beating her, trying to rape her while everyone just watches? Or maybe Im that kid again dreaming I was older, bigger, wiser,away from crazy Mommy and her big red spoon.
I'm so tired, and I cant sleep. What if my life right now isn't real? What if.. what if I'm still being hurt and this is just the escape?