So I’ve always seen the commercials for sleep-aids, OTC and prescription, and I’ve thought in a vague way, “Oh, that would kinda suck,” but in my mind, I’d never considered it a serious problem…you know, compared to “real” problems like the flu or disease or obesity, etc. I’d thought to myself, “I’ve gone to work on three hours of sleep with a hangover! Yeah it sucks, so what?” I’ve been a bartender for years; I go to bed when the sun rises and sleep peacefully til two in the afternoon, sunlight and “internal clocks” be damned.
Until the last three weeks or so, when for some unknown reason, I couldn’t get more than 3/4 hours of sleep. Period. Ever. Even if I laid in bed for hours, I would remain awake.
It’s a kind of hell. I had no idea. After a few days I felt like I was living underwater. My eyes burned. My head ached. I couldn’t concentrate. I was forgetting things. I was dizzy with fatigue at work. Normal things would make me want to cry. I’d walk around a store and feel light-headed, almost trance-like. I experienced a kind of paranoia. I’d try to nap and my mind would go overtime to prevent it. Normally I take a few shots with customers while I’m working, but I couldn’t manage more than two; they made me feel sick and dizzy and even more vulnerable to everything. And if any of the customers said anything to me like, “You should smile!” I snapped their heads off. I had absolutely no patience and no empathy for anyone else. In many ways I didn’t even recognize myself.
And I’d go to bed, so exhausted that my limbs felt weighted down–a weird sensation like gravity was heavier than usual–and then wake up, again, two or three hours later. Wanting to cry.
I read various SDMB threads and Googled it also last night, and someone said that after awhile you become your own worst enemy, because you go to bed knowing you won’t sleep so you don’t. So you have to “break the cycle.”
The bedroom I share with my SO doesn’t have curtains; it also has two huge picture-windows with just mini-blinds. Even when they’re closed, the room is a light-box. And even though my SO doesn’t snore, it got to the point that if I could hear him breathing I couldn’t ignore it.
Our guest bedroom only has one, much smaller window. I decided to sleep in there last night. New bed, no partner, hardly any light…hoping that I could “stop the tape” in my head that said I couldn’t go back to sleep by disrupting my usual recent pattern.
IT WORKED!
I slept for over eight hours! I woke up about five times but I went back to sleep within minutes!
It’s pathetic how happy I am. How grateful and almost skippy with glee. I feel like a human being. I had no idea how grateful one could be just to feel normal.
So to all those who suffer from insomnia, you have my profound respect. I am humbled by what it did to me. I am going to buy huge black-out curtains for my bedroom, and a “white-noise” filter, and see if I can break the cycle permanently…because I don’t want to sleep in the guest bedroom permanently of course…but even if I had to, that would be better than the hell of the last three weeks.
I don’t know how people with chronic insomnia manage it. I had no idea how crippling it could be.
Ignorance fought, my friends!