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I’ve been here one too many times….
Yep. And then once I finally fall asleep I want to sleep forever.
Join the club, buddie, join the god damned club.
My life reduced to four panels.
Every. Fucking. Night.
But my doctor put me on Seroquel recently and it now takes about 15 minutes and I am out for the night.
Or when all you do is sleep and you’re still that tired . 🙁
yup.
thats why i make sure to absolutely work my ass off at work to ensure KO sleep…. otherwise…
*sigh* And it just gets harder from there.
saaaammmmeeeee
Sleep is important for mental health. My schedule is ruined (as you can see), so no sleep for me.
Worse (on my end) is that I live with family who are the primary cause of my depression and suicidal feelings, so sometimes the reason I’m still up and can’t sleep the wee hours of 12 am to 3 or 4 am are the only times I have to myself.
I used to find that darkness suited my mood better than daylight. I would stay awake at night, alone and unable to sleep. Sometimes I could distract myself with old movies or reruns of Star Trek or Kung Fu, but usually I just sat there thinking about death and dying, often in the deepest, darkest part of the basement. Usually around 4 a.m. I would finally get tired and fall asleep, but the next day I would walk around and work in a semi-conscious state until after dinner, then feel almost normal for an hour or two before the cycle started again.
Decades later I still get occasional bouts of insomnia, but without the feelings of despair.
Struggled with this for years, then discovered aprazolam knocks me out. Thank God.
There was a moment I had to spend what felt like an hour freaking out in my bed before falling asleep.
It’s mostly gone now, I don’t know why.
Literally!
you’re freaking exhausted…….but you can’t sleep at the same moment……………..
How confusing……………..
Depression didn’t lead me to sleeplessness….
Sleeplessness is the one that led me to depression…..