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"You know I might have been born just plain white trash, but Fancy was my name."
-- Reba McEntire, "Fancy"

Anyone else?




Okay, the title to this post is misleading, because I'm going to write about things other than Great Country Music Lines. Ha!

I've been having sleep problems recently. I've never been one for big nightmares or anything, but here's what's been happening.

One kind of problem is when I fall asleep, exhausted, and wake up half an hour later in a complete panic. I feel like the entire world's sadness and death have been revealed to me and I'm paralyzed with fear and panic. It's horrible. I see how utterly useless I am and all my failures (past present and future) are laid out before me in a wave of discomfort. Usually, I get up and walk around and try to wake myself out of it. (God bless my poor boyfriend, whom I usually wake when walking around in a panic. He has no idea how to deal with me in that state. I have no idea how to deal with me in that state either.) After I wake up a little bit more, I'm able to fall back asleep without being afraid that I'll fall right back into it.

The second problem probably has to do with bad napping. The other night, I took a nap from about 6-8:30 in the evening, and when the alarm woke me up, I was in that horrible state again-- the same cosmic depression had settled on my shoulders and wouldn't let me up. It took me a good hour to shake it off.

Maybe the solution is as simple as not eating two hours before bedtime (before the nap I'd just eaten a gardenburger, last night I had a cheesesteak).

Human life is crazy. How we can feel such intense emotions and not implode or explode or expand into infinity is beyond me.

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