Hi goingonhope,
I too have really bad nightmares, not sure I can even tell you the last time I slept without having one. I have one that is recurring and I wake up having to go and check to see that everything is locked up, before I can go back to sleep.
I am always inside a house, most of the time it's the house from my childhood, but last night it was someone else's house. It's always dark outside, so I presume it's night-time and I'm scared. I can feel him out there lurking and waiting to enter once I go to sleep, but when I go to check to make sure the door is locked, it isn't and I can't lock it. Sometimes it's because the door won't latch properly, and sometimes the lock just doesn't work. I try to move furniture in front of the door to stop it from opening, and all the while I'm screaming to my family to come and help, yet no one comes. Worst thing is lately the door not only opens from the inside, the hinges are broken. So when I try to push the door closed, the door opens the other way as well and I end up having to reach outside trying to pull it to. While all this is going on, I can see him. He's there hiding in the bushes, moving closer and closer and if I don't hurry, he's going to get me this time.
Now that I've written this here, I am in a dilemna - to delete or not to delete. Why am I so worried about opening up to you guys? You are all spilling your guts out to me, yet I'm afraid. And I have to stop sitting here crying! My daughter's going to be home soon and although I've told her this site is great for me, I spend most of my time sitting here crying. Not just sad tears, but happy tears, but she doesn't know the difference. Tick, tock, tick, tock... Should I send it, or should I delete it.
Anthony, are you sure I'm not mental? Is all this talking to myself and indecisiveness part of the PTSD or is it something else? I can't seem to make a decision to save my life, but then I did once didn't I - just over a year ago.
Okay, I sat here long enough that my daughter caught me. She walked in and said "Man, you're glued to that thing!" I broke down and told her why I was always seemed to be just sitting here, that I was afraid you guys were going to think I was nuts when I clicked the "submit" button and you know what she did? She leaned over, gave me a hug and said "You're not nuts, you're my mommy." Seventeen and still calls me mommy, but only when she's being affectionate.
Fifteen more minutes went by and she (my daughter) came back into the room to see if I'd sent it. I got a lecture about how this wasn't a resume and that if I sat here and revised it and every other entry, I wouldn't be telling my true feelings and if it didn't, how was the site going to help me?! So for you munchkin... one, two, three!