MamaHopeful
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I have been in therapy (a combo of CPT and ER) and honestly it's been really hard but I have not had a sleepless night in SO LONg.
These nights are filled with my biggest cognitive distortions that I can't seem to shake yet. Thoughts that say, "If you don't sleep you will end up commited to an insane asylum and drugged beyond belief..." "This will never end. You will never sleep again."
I have a hyperarousal thing my body does sometimes. I fall asleep and begin to dream and then POW a huge rush of adrenaline floods in. Every 2-4 minutes. All. Night. Long.
"This time you've really broken your nervous system for good. No use doing the work anymore. It's hopeless."
Blech.
I have taken a bath and done breathing and had some snacks.
I just need a hug. And to know I'm not alone with this.
Yesterday morning one of my daughter's teachers went missing. He lives in my neighborhood which is my "safe place." He turned up last night dead of suicide.
My brain instantly had a panic attack and said, "You are that bone that keeps breaking! You will not be able to handle another trauma/anxiety trigger like this. It's too much. You are too weak from all the previous trauma."
The spiral of hopelessness can reallllly do a number on me sometimes when I have nights like this in my recovery.
Thank you for being here.
These nights are filled with my biggest cognitive distortions that I can't seem to shake yet. Thoughts that say, "If you don't sleep you will end up commited to an insane asylum and drugged beyond belief..." "This will never end. You will never sleep again."
I have a hyperarousal thing my body does sometimes. I fall asleep and begin to dream and then POW a huge rush of adrenaline floods in. Every 2-4 minutes. All. Night. Long.
"This time you've really broken your nervous system for good. No use doing the work anymore. It's hopeless."
Blech.
I have taken a bath and done breathing and had some snacks.
I just need a hug. And to know I'm not alone with this.
Yesterday morning one of my daughter's teachers went missing. He lives in my neighborhood which is my "safe place." He turned up last night dead of suicide.
My brain instantly had a panic attack and said, "You are that bone that keeps breaking! You will not be able to handle another trauma/anxiety trigger like this. It's too much. You are too weak from all the previous trauma."
The spiral of hopelessness can reallllly do a number on me sometimes when I have nights like this in my recovery.
Thank you for being here.
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