You know the episode of Star Trek: TNG where nobody can get proper REM sleep and the whole crew, minus Data, begins to go slowly insane from sleep deprivation?
It’s funny I watched that episode on TV for the first time today (‘‘Night Terrors’’) because it seemed to be taunting me with regards to my inevitable fate.
Look, I’ve had insomnia before-- stubbornly and compulsively staying up late on the internet 'til around 7am before finally collapsing in bed and sleeping until noon. That is nothing like what I’m going through right now. Back then, I technically had the option of falling asleep around 4am–I just ignored it until it was physically painful to be awake.
This new plague, however, started with nightmares, sleep paralysis, and weird sleep/fainting attacks during the day where my limbs would go numb or I’d go dizzy and nearly fall on my ass. I was convinced for a while I’d become narcoleptic. I kept waking up at 3 in the morning unable to get back to bed. I have always been quite an anxious person, though I made a pretty solid recovery while traveling abroad this summer–but you could have knocked me over with a feather when the doctors clocked my resting heart-rate at 95 beats per minute. That is basically the state I’ve been in on a daily basis for the last 2 weeks or so. I have been consumed with anxiety to the point that I feel like I’m having one long, perpetual panic attack.
The doctor confirmed that I’m showing all the classic symptoms of REM-sleep deprivation, and assigned me some CBT reading (‘‘The Feeling Good Handbook’’ by David Burns) and told me to get some melatonin or valerian root to help me fall asleep.
I bought the book, which actually is wonderfully helpful for debunking a lot of cognitive distortions, but it’s absolutely useless in helping me sleep. I’ve suddenly become afraid of the dark. I am convinced there is an ax-wielding maniac waiting to come through the bedroom door at any moment. Last night I was certain he was under the bed, waiting to stab me and my husband. I’m also afraid of hallucinating from the sleep deprivation.
I have sat down and written out these cognitive distortions one-by-one, thoroughly submitting them to rigorous rational analysis–no dice. I went so far as to look up the statistical probability of being murdered in my town. It made me feel better right up until l turned off the lights again. Every time the house creaks, whatever, I sit bolt upright in bed, losing whatever progress I was making in getting to the REM stage. (FWIW, the particular fear is irrelevant–in the past I stayed awake worrying about the world coming to an end or what it’s like to be tortured–the point is, I just can’t let go of the terror and feeling of immediate danger, but this is more severe than ever before. It does not respond to traditional methods of treatment. )
I have tried regular sleep aids, valerian root (which made me want to puke), and melatonin. I have tried distraction, deep breathing, throwing the cat out of the bedroom, abandoning all caffeine, and absolutely forbidden naps during the day no matter how tired I get.
I have to be at my first day of job training tomorrow, which requires getting up in 5.5 hours and driving in the early morning. I have had, possibly 7 hours of sleep in the last 3 days–with a record last night of 2 hours after I finally dropped off at 8:30am! I look, and feel, like shit. I keep having horrible stomach cramps and feeling like I’m going to throw up or pass out.
I just now woke up my husband by throwing a stomping tantrum on the floor and collapsing into a fit of desperate tears. I have never been so sleep-deprived. I am losing my ability to function.
What I seek is an emergency remedy to get myself back to a normal sleep schedule ASAP. I think it’s pretty clear I’m going to have to go back to the doctor–she was pretty sure it would take care of itself once I switched BC methods, but that’s over a month away! I need to do something now, or else some very bad shit is going to go down.
Because I know someone will ask, I did take meds in the past (age 18 to 23), for a fascinating complex of anxiety disorders, severe depression and PTSD, but I tapered off them last year because of a marked improvement in my ability to function. I also ended after 6 years of therapy with the mutual support of my therapists, because, you know–improvements all around! I’m all fucking better now, don’t you see!!!
It’s not a path I’d love to go back down again, I’d like to think of it as behind me–but if that’s what it takes to get some fucking sleep, whatever.
I’m so fucking tired I don’t even care that this OP is overly verbose. I am in hell.