ON BEING AFFLICTED WITH BOTH INSOMNIA AND POST TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER

I’m going to take a minute to deviate from my usual run of poetry, writings, and musings to talk about an issue I face nearly every night.  As many who read this blog may have figured out, I am a survivor of childhood sexual abuse.  I have written about it at length many times over the course of the three odd years I’ve been writing here.  Either because of this abuse, or due to other as of yet unknown reasons, I also suffer from frequent and near crippling bouts of insomnia.  They bleed into each other, blending cause and effect into a awful and sleepless collage of misery.

I suspect the root cause of my sleep disorder is in the way my abuse went down, always at night, always as I was in bed.  I know for a fact the problem started soon after I met the individual who perpetrated those heinous acts upon me.  It started at the age of eight with terrible nightmares, dreams so intense that upon waking I would call out and run screaming into my sister’s room for solace.  The dreams took on a strange nature, often I would suffer from a certain and specific form of night terror called by some Sleep Paralysis.  When experiencing sleep paralysis the dreamer seems to be aware of there surroundings though in a state of rest.  They find themselves unable to move, and often times awful visions of nightmarish things approach in the room around them.  There were nights at that age that the shadows would dance along the walls, taking on unnatural forms and appear impish and very much alive.  Others: the walls would bleed red with blood, and a shadowy figure would draw near from the hall outside my room.

Eventually this period of my life passed, and at that point the insomnia began.  I still had terrible dreams, and as I grew into a young adult they evolved with me.  I began to have lucid and vivid dreams about my sexual abuse, but not simply just. My sleeping mind would magnify the experiences a thousand fold, creating all new horrors to be inflicted on me out of the same cloth of the abuse itself.  It was that point that I started giving in to the compulsion to avoid sleep as long as possible.  Insomnia can often times come as a voluntary act, and as my dreams intensified the will to sleep at all left me.  I would sit up most nights on my computer, putting off the eventual terror to come when my head hit the pillow.  But then the balance shifted horribly.  Laying in bed at night my thoughts would begin to race, never letting up enough for me to slip into the intentional and blissful realm of sleep.  The day’s worries would fill my head, the anxieties and fears stemming from my life would never let up for a moment and I would find myself completely incapable of sleep.

On nights like that, the desire to just slip away into sleep would be so strong that its all I would want in the world.  Now, in my adult life, every single night is a struggle to get what little rest I can.  Over the past several years I have begun to wake in the night seemingly for no reason at all.  I’m told by my therapist that the cause may be unremembered nightmares, once so dark that my conscious brain edits them away upon these many nightly wakings.  I am currently on a run of several psychiatric medications, and two for my spinal condition, and I STILL have to work hard for whatever REM sleep I can afford.

There are days that come when I haven’t slept in over forty eight hours.  At the twenty four hour mark without sleep is the only time I ever experience true mania.  The normal racing thoughts begin to become a literal internal narration, my inner voice speaking out them instead of just HAVING them.  Stray thoughts come not just out of left field or from out of the park, but from completely different parks playing completely different sports.  I feel shaper, more intelligent, wittier, but it’s all a ruse my sleep deprived brain plays on me.  I talk faster, move jerkier, and my joints ache and grow stiff.  At this point I would literally do anything to shut it off, but even then in the throes of what feels like pure madness I struggle to shut down enough to rest.

Under normal conditions my post traumatic stress is like a minefield in my brain, once false step and I’m triggered and remembering terrible things in widescreen and technicolor.  I go divergent, I regress, I blank out periods of time, and I relive the memories as clear as if I were actually back in those terrible moments of my past.  When my insomnia is in full swing and the sleep deprivation takes hold it’s all many times worse.  It is, in a word, unbearable.

I continue to raise the medications meant to help me sleep, I continue to attempt to meditate, to tire myself out before sleeping, to take those medications and wait well in advance of crawling into my bed for maximum effect.  I continue to play out all these rituals and more I haven’t mentioned, and every night, I continue to struggle.

 

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5 thoughts on “ON BEING AFFLICTED WITH BOTH INSOMNIA AND POST TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER

  1. Ok, I feel like a complete goose now. I thought the high road of acknowledging a prevailing problem and having fun with it, that comment alone sounds so lame after what you said, was the way to go. No shit, I am surrounded by people that have self medicated themselves into a maelstrom of insanity.

    They will I suspect, never have a sinsquilla of realisation, maybe on their death bed, hopefully, I mean the dying bit. Maybe that is what you have to realise, you are so much better and you have to rise above it, I can’t pretend to know, this is just one blogger to another.

    • But how does one rise above issues that are essentially incurable diseases? You can GROW ACCUSTOMED to them, but never truly be rid of them. You can suppress memories, attended a thousand hours of therapy, take whatever medications are supposed to help with the issue and still find yourself, deep in the night, deathly afraid for pretty much no reason at all. I’m not the sum of my problems however, there is more to me than PTSD, more to me than grim recollections of trauma, but it probably will be an issue that I’ll be dealing with for the rest of my life. Rising above seems to imply leaving behind, and that’s simply not possible. HOWEVER: thanks for the comments, and the kind words! >:]

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